"A man would shelter, if he could, in the nook behind this new plywood. The building, abandoned, the man is too. How I wish you'd imagined that it were you"
Seen on an abandoned thearter in Rochester, New York
Hi, I just wanted to let you all know my friend and I just released a new Creepypasta game made on RPG Maker! It’s called “ The Conduit ” ( He did everything, I just co-written it. )
Take control of Tobias Roads, an assassin of The Father, sent out to hunt and kill The Hornets; a group dedicated to stopping The Tall Man and his Marked Ones at any cost. You will be traveling to Wolfpine Texas, a ghost town and former home of Toby. There, The Hornets have made their nest in the abandoned Davidson Slaughterhouse.
The game is available for free on Game Jolt! You can play on PC and Android devices.
Some things I should mention before playing:
1: THIS GAME IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.
2. Despite being made with RPG Maker, we would describe this game more as a Dungeon Crawler rather than a typical RPG.
3. This game isn’t very long and it’s more of a “ practice ” game, we have bigger plans for the future of JE Universe. Like “ Jane Everlasting ”, a game set before The Conduit.
4. There are a few spelling mistakes, we unfortunately had to be quick to upload this game due to my friend’s laptop constantly crashing and we didn’t want to lose all that work.
HERE IS A LINK TO THE GAME! Please let us know your thoughts and we hope you all enjoy it!
i did in fact forget to check it out later. but honestly this game is goated. i love older looking dungeon crawler stuff. I did not finish it yet, but what ive seen so far out of how the game works and the story, its pretty cool. The items i need however are quite rare, so i end up dying to like a rat or snake or something, but im sure its me not managing my items well enough tbf
but yea, make sure to check it out and give the creators some love <3
Hello and thank you for visiting our page. My name is Kristina and I am helping raise funds for Alaa, a single mother in Gaza trying to surv
Hello friends ❤️
I’m Alaa from Gaza 🍉, 29 years old…
I’m here because I need your help. I once had a job and a home filled with love and warmth, but when the war came, I lost everything and became homeless. I lost the dearest part of my heart — my beloved husband Imad — due to the Israeli airstrikes 😭😭
At the time, I was carrying my baby girl in my womb. I went through the worst conditions and nearly lost her several times due to the situation, until she finally came into this world — my daughter Fatoum — and brought me hope and life again 🥹
But now, I fear losing her again due to the famine and suffering that is tearing through the hearts of our children. Please, I am helpless and all I want is to keep my daughter healthy.
She is just 16 months old 😭😭🙏
I’m only asking for help to provide her with diapers and milk. The price of one can of baby formula is $50 and it's barely available — extremely rare.
So please, no matter how small your donation is, it will help me keep my baby alive 🙏
I am a single mother facing all of life’s hardships alone — famine, lack of milk, diapers, and basic needs beyond just food and water 😭😭
Don’t turn away — try to help me. I don’t want anything but to save my baby 😭😭
Even a small donation will bring hope to my daughter’s heart. Be human 🙏
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
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War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
-Slenderman maintains the mansion’s dim grandeur himself. He polishes the chandeliers and fluff the velvet cushions late at night—silent gestures for the guests who never sleep.
-You’re not allowed outside after dark. Not because he’s keeping you prisoner—because he’s protecting you. The woods listen, and not everything out there cares for you like he does.
-The house rearranges itself when you cry. Your favorite room might be closer. A fire might already be lit.
-The walls have a heartbeat if you listen closely. It doesn’t always match yours.
- Sometimes the other residents (you’re not sure how many there are) tap on your door. You don’t answer. Slenderman always makes them go away when they get too curious.
- There’s one locked door at the end of a hallway that wasn’t there yesterday. You don’t ask. He doesn’t answer. But he always leads you back to your room before you get too close.
- The kitchen is always cold, but the teapot is always warm. Someone is always boiling water, even if no one has been seen for hours.
-The attic is warmer than it should be. There are rocking chairs up there that sway on their own, even without wind.
-Each mirror in the house is slightly wrong. Your reflection might blink too slowly. Or smile when you don’t.
-The third-floor bathroom has claw marks in the porcelain tub. No one uses it anymore.
-The garden grows pale versions of flowers you don’t remember planting—ghost-white roses, drooping bluebells.
I have been writing my dreams down since 2021. I have this reoccurring character in some of them, a girl I've never met and don't know the name of. And sure, I only have nightmares, but sometimes she accompanies me in them, and suddenly the dream isn't awful, it just makes little to no sense.
She, (to me) is the literal definition of beauty. Every time I dream with her I am in awe. So much so, that I never remember to ask her for her name, or anything about who she is.
If she isn't the love of my life, and I'm not going to meet her when I'm older, I will be devastated.
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