Matt and Pat's Shitstorm of Scariness

"I stood there motionless in the hallway as a faraway sound echoing throughout the hallways of the house had frozen my blood. After a few moments...the reverberations from the indescribable noise faded, and soon enough...my fear. I then decided it must have been the creaking bones of the structure I was in, simply settling and relaxing into the foundations of rock and earth it was built upon. Breathing in, I then turned around to trek back up the stairs, and just as swiftly the breath was sucked back out of my lungs once more. I was thereupon starring at a dark, piteous face that was mere inches away from my own; with sullen eyes and rivets of steel lodged into it's features. It was then at that moment that I knew, as I could feel my very heart cease to pump blood throughout my body...that I was the latest victim of Grandma Swamp."

"The lightning storm outside illuminated my cabin through the porthole, and I felt a sense of darkening dread wash over me followed quickly by wave of nausea. I had been at sea for the better part of a week, and my stomach had not yet gotten accustomed to the slow but purposeful swaying of the ship. The voyage I was on was long and arduous, but I was determined to sea it through...the horror I had to leave behind. My friends...even some of my family had been slain and I was the one who had found the bodies, the unshakeable image of their flayed corpses, the tendrils of intestines coiling around like so many gore-covered snakes...these images still haunted me. I swallowed hard, a feeling I felt all the way down to my own stomach, and I knew I had to use the nearby lavatories once more...damn to hell this swaying ship. I then got up with a wobble, and made by way over to the small room that housed the toilet and then suddenly, just like the spell of nausea had suddenly swept over me, it just as quickly left. I didn't feel it at all...in fact, I didn't feel anything...my head slowly cocked down and I saw why...long, rusty 3 ft blades had punctured my stomach and ran me clean through. The Scissorwalker had found me...and my sea journey was at an end."

"Those damned parasites had killed over half of the people working at this installation!" Jake spat as he tore down the steel ramp of the hallway. They had to have originated from somewhere, but where? Just then, a vent opened up in front of him and more of the disgusting creatures poured out. Jake swung his rifle butt to his shoulder and started tearing into their fleshy pulsating mass. "Arghhh, chew on THIS!" he yelled with false bravado. While there was a certain satisfaction to killing the things, the questions were piling up like bodies. Who had unleashed these things? What type of voodoo curse had been uttered upon this Arctic station? The young operative swore he would track down the gypsy who had done this...caused the slaughter of hundreds of innocent scientists and security staff, just as they were probably reaching a new breakthrough in...what Jake was sure must have been an important field! And right on the cusp of such a discovery, these damned ghosts starting attack them! "Not on my watch! These bigfoot will PAY FOR WHAT THEY'VE DONE!"

"My breath was tearing through my lungs as I hobbled as fast as my legs could carry me; my left was bleeding bad and leaving trails of crimson behind that were oddly glowing in the pale moonlight of the Arizona sky. I had no idea where my wife was, but at the moment I had to focus on myself or she'd be lost forever in this insane place...something I didn't want to think about. I had read up about cults before...but I don't think I could have ever been adequately prepared for what I found here...the hot sticky smell of decaying carcasses, the incessant buzzing of flies gorging themselves on the feast laid before them...it was all too much. I had to keep running though, or that insane mob would find me, and I assumed I'd be tossed into that dark hole with the rest of their victims. As I ran, I noticed I was coming up to a shadowy area flanked by trees on either side and I looked up; clouds had just moved over the moon, drastically cutting down on visibility..."Good" I thought, it would be harder for them to find me...but then I realized it would be next to impossible to see MY pursuers as well. I reached into my bag and pulled out my camera and flipped on the nightvision mode, rivulets of sweat pouring down my forehead as I did so. I held up the camera and saw the ghostly green images of the world around me coming into view...I swallowed...not sure if I would outlast the night...outlast this horror."

"Satoshi crept along the darkened hallway, his palms sweaty and his shirt felt oddly constricting. Everyone had seen him fall, the echoing sound of his body thudding against the classroom floor rang off the walls of his skull over and over again. It was so embarrassing, and now he had somehow been separated from the group in this strange place...he just woke up here without the foggiest notion how. Nevertheless, Satoshi grit his teeth and promised to himself that he would never be scared again and show them all what he was really made of...show them all the he was just as cool-headed as Kimura! As this thought bolstered his resolve, Satoshi whirled around and saw the pale after-image of a figure and it was slowly gliding towards him. "Saaaaatoooooshiiiiiii..." the figure wailed in a tone that was etched with pain and suffering. Satoshi froze up at the sight of it, and closed his eyes, his knees buckling. He could feel cold breath against his cheek, and the odorous smell of death filled his tiny anime nostrils. His left eye then dared to open a crack, and then shot open as he saw absolutely nothing in front of him any longer. His head turned in all directions and noticed the hallway was clear except for him. He breathed in a sigh of relief, and just as he was rising to his feet he felt two long cold arms embrace him from behind, "SaaaaaatOOOOSHIIIIIIIIII!" the voice screamed in his ear. Satoshi's body convulsed and spasmed and then realized as the phantom enveloped him, that he had shit his pants."

"I could hear the bestial wailing in the darkest corners of my mind, and my long unkempt nails were scratching at my scalp as I tried to almost physically remove the words from my brain. Yet...they would not leave. My eyes quickly darted around my cell, caked with filth and stinking of rot, but little did I care. The words...the words kept gnawing at me, dragging my own thoughts back from the front of my consciousness and into the cob-webbed recesses of my very being. The monsters outside pounded on my door, and instinctively I reached for my axe and gripped it so hard I could almost feel my veins burst with the effort. My eyes focused on the door, still shuddering with the pulpy flesh I would soon cleave, and then...as loud as ever, as loud as a thunderclap from the old gods themselves, the words shattered my mind, and repeated once more...."DO THE FATALITY!"

"The scratching of the nails against the stone floor made me flinch...and instantly snapped me back into the reality of my situation. I was huddled under an administrative table and the...thing was crawling around just outside the room; as far as I could tell, it looked like a malnourished girl, but even that I can't be sure of. I looked around the little bit of the room I could see, it seemed so much older and dustier then when I first walked in, as if it had aged 50 years in the 5 minutes I've been here. I just want to go home, all I wanted to do was make some extra cash as a receptionist at this hospital...and now I'm stuck in this nightmare. I gripped my cell phone as hard as I could to drown out the sound of the scratching nails against the door...it was getting close. "Please go away..." I whispered...and after a few moments, it was silent. I listened, and then the scratching nails became more distant...it was going away...it was going away! I could feel tears welling up in my eyes...and that's when my cell phone went off. The alarm I had set! I fumbled with the phone and dropped it as I scrambled to turn it off. I could barely breath as I heard the nails scratching rapidly across the floor followed by the door creeping open."

"I was sitting in the darkened lobby, my legs and arms crossed as I impatiently waited to be lead into the main office. You can never go in there without the go-ahead, and I'd rather not tempt fate now. My mind swirled with alot of questions...what exactly was Ruvik? Or those zombies I read about in the brief? Where they only localized within the machine? Or not? I had heard some crazy crossbow was only available within Ruvik's mind...I think? And what about all that bio-slime? None of it added up, and I was starting to feel it never would. I had to keep my suspicions to myself, I couldn't tell Sebastian or anyone, really, cuz if I didn't understand it...I doubt anyone else would. As I sat there, my train of thought was brought to a sudden halt as a snapping sound followed by a fizzling could be heard, and all the lights in the hallway went dark. I looked around, my instincts on edge. I then saw a wavering and jittery beam of light start to play across the left most wall, about 30 feet away. Was that a diving helmet? And...stockings and nylons? Man, that's hot."

"This mission is a mess!" Sgt. Ingles thought to himself as he starred at the lone helmet that was filled with blood and brain matter that had just fallen from the flight deck. "Gross!" he further exclaimed. But he was right, this mission had gone really poorly really fast. Ingles had doubled back to this entry point upon receiving a peculiar piece of equipment; a type of head-mounted scanner that can apparently perceive viral threats. "What a load of bull!" Ingles thought as he began walking once more into the darkened hallways of the carrier. His head snapped to the left as he heard the power breakers go on and off again, which distracted him as a human figure lunged from the shadows! "Thank god you are here! Save me!" shrieked the figure. Reacting quickly, Ingles shot the zombie multiple times, center mass, dropping the mutant to the floor. Ingles looked down on the body and smirked, "Not today, monster!" he mused.

"The village was rapidly becoming more and more barren and lifeless as the weeks slowly dragged into months...our loved ones gone forever without a trace. That creeping shadow the children had first seen...the same shadow we were initially so dismissive of has gripped our entire world in it's long unholy fingers...I can even feel it shuffling outside my door right now. I have as many candles lit inside my home as I can, without burning down the place...but even still sometimes I think it would be better if it did. If this entire damned village would just burn to the ground, then there would be no one left to terrorize, no one left to torture. I look outside my window at a flicker of movement...that scarecrow again, just mocking us, mocking everything we've lost. I knew I should have thrown him away if I had the chance...but I don't think it would have helped save this cursed forest."

"The chattering sound of the ghost echoed against the wooden floor, and the sweat that was sticking to my body from the humidity was only intensifying with the fear coursing through it. I was crouched down in a tiny closet, clutching my phone against my chest, my heart pounding. "How did things go so wrong?" I thought. I was on a harmless school trip with my classmates, and now I'm stuck in this purgatory...this hell, surrounded by restless spirits. I decided to check my phone once again, maybe I was dreaming or hallucinating? Maybe I could actually get reception and call someone? I flicked through, but noticed I had zero bars, none. I would never be getting out of here. I opened up my camera, desperate for something to occupy my mind, barely hearing the sound of the spirit outside. I closed my eyes and breathed in, and looked at the screen... ...the ghost was in the closet with me."

"I told Dallas and Lambert this was going to happen, it's basic protocol to not let anyone aboard a ship if there might be the chance of a foreign containment or infection. Well we certainly fucking got one now. I still remember how Kane screamed when that...thing shot out of his chest...the only thing more horrible than his screeching...was Lambert's. OHHHH GAWWWWD! Like, what the hell was that? I'm glad she's probably dead."

"Despite the suit's mask frame covering my face, I could still feel the cold edge of the wind cutting into my skin...chilling me to my core. My vital readouts indicated my body temperature was nominal...but this was a different type of cold, that type of frigid dread that encased my body twice before...but this felt way worse. Still though, I pressed on through the storm getting closer to the facility. Visibility was bad; just a white blur surrounding the heat signature of my destination about a half klick away. Just then, the snow burst up all around me like a geyser and 3 ravaged bodies sprung back to life, their intestines splayed out and whipping around them like tails. I readied the plasma cutter and shot off three quick bursts, slicing two of the necomorphs at the knees...or what was left of their knees, and they fell back into the snow helpless and crying like a pathetic newborn thing that shouldn't exist. The 3rd necro managed to avoid my last blast and was slinking low into the snow, it's visceral red musculature bright red from freezer burn and it's limbs crackling and creaking as they tried to move it's body along. I aimed and pulled the trigger again, and that same icy dread shot through my nervous system as the cutter fizzled and it's readylight flickered red, indicating it was malfunctioning from the cold. I swore and then quickly looked back up to get a flash of gnarled teeth as the necro jumped ontop of me and slammed me onto the frozen valley floor. My visor fogged up as the thing's screeching mouth let loose a blast of air and I started to feel one of it's tendrils cutting into my suit. I was fucked...and it was then that I realized a really should have invested in some microtransactions before coming to this planet..."

"Dear Grandma, I miss you alot and I feel like we haven't seen you in ages, which I guess is mostly our fault. Mom made us move pretty far away and it takes a long time to drive to your house, so whenever I ask about visiting you, they always give that excuse. Anyway, I'm doing okay I guess...but I dunno, I feel like something's wrong. Mom is getting more and more distant and I feel all alone in the house sometimes, it always makes me remember the great times we had together...reading through your dusty old books and drinking hot chocolate...I miss those days. That reminds me, I remember those really neat mannequins you had in the house! Sometimes I would look up from my reading because I could swear out of the corner of my eye I could see the mannequin move slightly! Just a twitch or a head turn...something I was never quite sure of...but hahahaha...that would be impossible! Just my imagination playing tricks on me! Anyway, love you grandma!"

"I no longer know how long I've been kept in this putrid cell, just wasting away alone...away from my family. Father had his intentions and I respected then, but if the gods had given me any insight into how this would have unraveled, I never would have agreed. Now all I can hear is the shuffling hooves of the creature outside my cell door, the far away screams of what I assume are other innocent souls... And the oily snake-like smell that sticks to all the stones of this damned place like a long-forgotten curse, it still makes me shudder. Still it's not all bad...I mean, I could be forced to play God of War Ascension. Does anyone even remember that? Fuck."

My eyes slowly open, but all I can see if pitch black. "Great," I utter to myself...another one of THOSE days. Ahhh fuck this! I move the heavy slab, the dust shifting onto my face, the grinding of the stone barely touching my ears. I then slowly rise and can feel all my cracking bones and loose tissue hanging off my frame invigorated with life once more. "I live again!" I whisper in my most sinister of tones. Heh heh, always wanted to say that! I then grab the pitchfork at my feet and instantly know I have a long perilous journey ahead of me....I journey of finding the right colored keys for the right colored doors, and making cheesy one-liners about death and destruction. Yes, I'm in the 90s and it is GLORIOUS!"

"What? This tape is weird! Just a bunch of random stuff and imagery...it makes no sense to me. I can't follow the plot at all. Okay, so this weird centipede...it walks under a ladder...and then there's this well? Who is the well working for? Does the centipede know? I'm not sure. Anyway, I have to go into work tomorrow, and hopefully Tom can explain why the movie was in black and white...just, what a waste of a weekend. I didn't even rewind the tape either, I was so mad. I hope "The Ring II" is better than the first one."

"Those damned kids...always making fun of me, always trampling over my crops, stomping out my flowers...I'll show them...I'll get them...I'll grab them, and squish them and cut them and break them...then I'll sacrifice them to my dark master. I'll smile as I'll watch their limp cold bodies get dragged up into the sky and their souls be used to power my master...then they'll see, then they'll regret coming onto my farm...ruining my way of life. Oh, how sweet it'll be when I sup the marrow out of the tiniest bones, the reward my master will spew forth from his dimension, his divine leftovers...all for me," Plague of Gripes thought to himself as he looked out of his farm house window.

"Oh jeez! I really hope I can get that time off and my vacation underway as soon as possible! While it's fun being underwater everyday with the crushing weight of thousands and thousands of gigaliters of pressure always threatening to smoosh us into nothing, I sure would like some shoreleave! Man, it would be really great if some horrible tragedy happened where I could use it as leverage to get that sweet sweet vacation day even sooner! Maybe I can poison that disgusting perverted chimpanzee that's always running around on deck 4, man I'm so sick of that thing! I can feel it's cold black piteous eyes roaming over me when I'm alone...I can smell it's putrid flesh-covered breath wafting down the hallways and while no one else notices, I can see human skin and blood caked under it's sharp. talon-like nails. Man, if I could manage to kill it, I'd be a hero! Then I can start my radical vacation! Everything's coming up Mooky!" Big thanks to Damon for the game donation and Hitomi pic!

"I turned the corner, afraid of what the flashlight's beam might reveal. Suddenly, a roughly painted symbol of a torch glowed in the light. Behind it, hidden by a rock, sat a battered metal trunk. It was here for a reason, packed with supplies: batteries, flares, ammo. Things you need to make it through the darkness of the night. Something left behind by someone who knew what I knew, and more. It was something I had sorely needed because the night had been one desperate situation after another. I was exhausted and my body felt as though it had been chewed up and spat out. The flashlight was heavy in my hand, and each pull of the trigger sent a painful shock up my arm. But I was finally out of the woods and things were looking up. That's when I heard the chainsaw, and I knew my attacker would skin my ass raw. Because I knew if this day kept going this way, I'd most likely break something tonight."

"The driver's eyes flickered to the rear-view mirror every couple of seconds, sweat beading down his forehead as he gunned the accelerator. He had been driving for hours, but felt like he should never stop, he felt like he couldn't stop because if he did...he'd be dead. He wasn't sure what had gone wrong, either the ritual or the the old woman had double-crossed him, but honestly it didn't matter now...he was being hunted, chased, or CURSED...whatever you'd like to call it. Je squinted as he tried to regain his focus and put it on the dark stretch of road he was driving on, he could barely make out anything 10 feet in front of his headlights due to the night being so dark. He figured though, he must have put enough distance between him and the spirit by now, and he breathed in a small sigh and laid back against his seat. He then reached up and tilted the rear view mirror down a bit, and his blood ran cold. It was in the back seat."

"I cracked the wooden board against the thing's face and it fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. I then ducked low and backed up against the wall to the right and tried to be as quiet as possible. I listened...no sound. I guess whatever else was on this floor hadn't heard me. I wasn't entirely sure what was going on nor did I really care for that matter. All I knew is that I had to find my sister and get the hell out of here. I took the gun out of my back pocket and I started to silently trudge down the hallway as silently as possible, careful to avoid the shards of broken glass that were lying around everywhere. I turned the corner swiftly, and my face fell slack at what I saw: one of those monsters was rubbing up against a door in a strange circular motion, and he seemed to be walking in place...and what's more, he was clipping through the geometry. What the fuck was going on? When would this nightmare end?"

"Something felt different about this place...nothing quite like what I and my Uncle had ever experienced before. The walk to the mansion was a tense one, as a thin veil of fog clung to the grass and Uncle was unusually silent as we made our way up the winding path. My thoughts eventually drifted to some of our previous adventures in other haunted locations across the country, and how we so often never found any conclusive evidence of the paranormal. But like I said earlier, I knew this time would be different. That's when I suddenly stopped in my tracks, as I was starring directly into the face of my Uncle, his eyes glassy and inhuman, his expression blank and vacant as he starred right through me. Someone had modeled and animated his face so badly, the he would probably be the most scary thing I would wind up seeing that night."

"Oh! These horrible terrible people are in MY home! What are they doing here? Trying to steal my frescos, are they? Of course they are! They want my paintings, and my secrets and my my dignity! But they will not get it! What they'll get is an army of my dark servants, impeding their every move! Craving their every drop of blood! Hungry for their every scrap of flesh! Muhahahaha! I will send cursed dolls! And um...lots of wisps! And a bunch of worms! They will never be able to beat such an army! Oh! Lest they forget about my falling chandeliers! They form the lieuntenants of my wicked forces of the damned! MUAHHAHA! They will rue the day they ever entered into my SWEET HOME! *insane cackling intensifies*

"My hands are still shaking, which is something that doesn't usually happen when you're holding a tactical 12 gauge close to your chest. I just saw Philips get torn apart; his blood splattering the walls, his guts in a crimson pile on the floor, his brain matter scattered across the entire hallway. I didn't know what the fuck was going on, as the sit rep for this mission was as vague as they come...but I had to keep pushing on since evac was only going to be at 22 hundred, and on the other side of the compound. I ran through the hall, almost slipping on the slickness of Philip's remains and then forced the bile back down my throat. I turned the corner and I saw it...her...whatever it was, the little girl, framed in fire and screams coming from...all around her. I felt a burning sensation in my left hand so I brought it to my face and froze as I saw my glove melt away, and soon enough, my flesh. I saw the bleached white bones sticking through the gooey flesh and I then started screaming. 3 years of training and another 7 out in the field and I get wasted by a little girl. UGH, FINE!"

"The fiery fumes radiated off the hulking mass as it trudged down the dank corridor on deck 3, vaguely heading towards the distant sound it had heard. It didn't know how it came into existence, but the only thing it knew is that it needed to hunt, to kill...to annihilate any life it felt in it's vicinity. Just then, a clanging sound of metal on metal echoed down the hallway and pierced the fragile silence. The molten beast looked up, a piteous look on it's hard face and started to stomp in the direction of the clang. The metal flooring hissed as it's burning appendages slammed into the ground, and it's deep growling moans got louder as it reached it's destination. It entered the room the sound had emanated from, looked inside and began waving it's massive head in all directions. It then stopped for a few moments, almost suspended in time, then snapped it's head to a closed locker, ripped it opened, and then grabbed me on either side of my head, the last things I heard were the hissing sounds of my flesh."

"Mom had been sick for months and had only gotten worse as the days stretched into months. Things had been hard enough between us before and while we had re-connected slightly, under these circumstances it's a bitter pill to swallow now. I yawned mightily in the air and looked around the dim hospital room; mom was sleeping as usual, and a sour smell hung in the air that I could not pin point. for some reason, this really bothered me so I decided to get up and look through the window just at the foot of mom's bed; a soft patter of rain hit the window and I starred into the darkness. Just then, with a flash of lightning, I saw something out on the cold deserted street...it looked like a long dark figure...and I saw blazing white eyes too. No...it was gone? Was it a shadow? Just my tired eyes playing tricks? I rubbed my temple and felt a headache coming on, the stress has to be getting to me. I sighed and turned around to the room and my blood froze. Mom's bed was empty.

"Dirty stupid people coming into our forest, swinging around their blasted light! This is our home, our special place, and they are sullying this hallowed ground! Why can't they leave us in peace? Well, if they want to play...then we will play with them! We'll play with their blood, play with their guts, and play with their bones! Tee hee hee! Then they'll see! Then they'll see it's not nice to come into someone's home uninvited! To pry, to make fun of us! They'll regret the day they disturbed the shit kids!"

Umbrella Employee #03 Report, June 23rd 1998 3:05 pm So the T-Virus was inadvertently released today...not particularly the best way to start off a Monday. While most people around here and panicking, and some even eating the flesh of others I remain pretty calm all things considered. There's a very small chance it'll spread much further than the Arkalay mountains, so I figured when I clock out today I'll just head down to a local bar in Raccoon and drown my sorrows. Umbrella Employee #03 Report, June 23rd 1998 6:13 pm So I was walking through the streets of Raccoon and alot of people seemed to be stressed. Has the virus actually spread? I saw alot of people ripping through entrails and stammering around with bloody mouths. It seems like something is amiss! But fuck all that really...today was a really stressful day, so I need that drink...especially since my chest feels so itchy for some reason, probably has to do with the underlying tension of work...

"Mom is always sleeping, and since I am an ungrateful child I think that's soooo boring! I don't understand why she has to work so much all through the night! Why can't she pay for everything with the money she already has? She is so lame. Anyway, I went out exploring the woods today and saw a few cool things I guess. There was a man in a boat who was near the pier, and he asked if he could come by later tonight and see if I wanted to be kidnapped. I thought about it for a bit, and since my mom is so uncool, I thought, "Sure, why not?" It'll teach her for being so boring to me! Truly the scariest part of this video is the abject horror and constant fear you live in when you have children! Yeah! I'm such a shit!"

"I was startled awake by an unheard noise...something just snapped me out of sleep and I slowly blinked my eyes as my bedroom came into focus. How long had I been asleep? I don't even remember. I rose from my bed and looked around my room, everything seemed to be bit a blurry and my head started to pound. I got up and stumbled into the bathroom and I immediately felt a heavy, oppressing air as soon as I stepped in. I looked in the mirror and saw myself; pale and pallid plus a 5 o'clock shadow shading my face already. It wasn't a particularly pleasant sight so I left the room and crossed into the main hall of my apartment, and suddenly stopped. I looked the left and saw it; my front door draped in chains, locks and fasteners. My blood froze, my palms became sweaty and I felt my pulse quicken. That's when the sudden wave of dreaded realization hit me; I had to play Silent Hill 4 The Room."