β Delirium Creepypasta Story
Trigger warning - some sensitive imagery? (drawings)
Here are a few inspirations and influences for our creepypastas (my siblingβs character is the twin sister) Here is the best ways I can put it. Essentially itβs inspired by a lot of psychological horror such as silent hill and cry of fear. Our themes are focused on mental health as there are βphantomsβ (or rather Husks as we've referred them as) that we have no choice but to face. Like Silent Hill, our story explores the darkest parts of the mind, the long lasting effects of trauma, upbringings, memories, and how much external influences affect people. The supernatural aspects are very much real, however should be taken as symbolic too (if that makes any sense).
Like Cry of Fear, the two central characters have a distorted perception of reality which is like a reflection of their psyche and subconscious. The βmonstersβ in Delirium are essentially personification of mental illness, trauma and fears (much like the creatures in Cry of Fear and Silent Hill). The depiction of viserial pain in those games are what we are trying to achieve I guess.
Tokyo Ghoul (the manga) and The Cat Lady - symbolic and emotional is what we strive for in these characters. Emotions play a key role in the story because itβs a tragedy. Loneliness and failure are often what the twins feel, and memories are all they have leftβ¦ Unfortunately memories can only do so much and go so far. A lot of it is just a lot. Which is how it's meant to be because the real horror comes from them, ourselves. With a constant foreboding sadness and distress, plus a hefty douse (not sprinkle) of confusion.
Underneath I am sleeping. But what am I to do with all this silence? Bound by the hate and lies, those faults of mine.
You are terrified to let loose, or let go. Take the blame and be the failure you fear. Disgusting. Oh, you are pitiful and rotting. Poor thing.
Run, run, run, run. My head spins and writhes, so says the toy in my head. Who just runs around up there. Round and round it goesβ¦ I think itβs me. So small. So tiny. So little. So child-like. So, so disturbed and lonely.
But I am not alone. Oh, no. I am not alone. For some time now, someone has taken up space in the emptiness of what I thought to be me.
I am aware⦠So, it too becomes. Now, someone is watching me.
First β Troubled mind calls for troubled thoughts.
Is your blood authentic? What of your heart? (Itβs not mine)
Do not be afraid. Breathe. Breathe.. In, and out. In, and out. Breathe through your lungs and you will feel mine as sure as your own. Part your ways, but I am you flesh and blood. I feel through you. And what an ugly thing you are.
Don't acknowledge Him. Don't be awareβ¦ Donβt make Him aware of you.
And an extra doodle for bearing with me. I wrote too much, and I apologize for my straight-up writing dumps. Rambling, again. Why do I do this to myself... ah, such is life. Sidenote - I suck at taking photos of my work.
Is this boring stuff? Yeah, maybe. My writing sucks anyways.
