Whining that something’s stupid because you weren’t paying attention actually just makes you look worse. “Why was the zombie’s neck broken?” My only theory is that either the air was sucked out of the chamber so quickly that it snapped his head to the side, or that he was sucked out of the chamber and collided with the wall or door or something on the way out. You’re reading creepypasta after all, stop questioning how there can be zombies.ģ. So he opens the airlock himself to commit suicide so the zombie doesn’t get him.Ģ.
Then he realizes the zombie has already come inside through a different airlock and it’s right behind him. He goes to the airlock to stop the zombie but it isn’t there. He also finds out that the zombified assistant has entered one of the outer airlocks, but has not yet entered the inner one.
(That way, if somebody else comes to the base he can just say the assistant wandered off and never came back or something.) He sees the corpse on one of the video cameras then realizes the camera was frozen fifteen minutes ago. He panics and instinctively tries to hide the body by bringing it way out into the middle of nowhere away from the base.
“I don’t get it.” The overall story summary: Researcher named Alec accidentally caused his research assistant to be sucked out the airlock, causing freezing, suffocation, and all that. Shame upon the morons who failed to understand what was going on, but I will now offer up explanations and theories:ġ. I always seem to enjoy futuristic creepypasta. The lunar research outpost setting adds an entirely new degree of creepy isolation.
Slender man in frozen skin#
Rooted in fear, catching hints of ragged research uniform and broken skin behind his own reflection in the porthole, he began to reach again for the airlock door panel…ĭelicious, delicious space pasta. The only breezes in the pressurized facility came from airlock use. It dawned on him as he heard the approaching shuffle of ragged boots on the metal planking back down the hall. A light breeze crept down the hall and stirred Alec’s unkempt hair ever so slightly against the back of his neck as he continued to stare out in fear and disbelief. Nothing to see, just the empty airlock and open expanse of sterile lit moonscape outside the external hatch, which sat halfway ajar. He even dared to peek out the porthole to confirm that it had left.
Slender man in frozen manual#
He finally reached the door panel, and with unsteady hands engaged the manual lock. Every step expecting the face–that horrid, cold, unliving face, bent at the wrong angle–to reappear in the dark transparent circle of the door. Unsure of what this meant, Alec walked towards the door, an undecided pace between hurriedly reaching the lock mechanism and freezing in place with fear. The silence…the staccato death knell had stopped. No hollow eyes, no broken neck or blue flaky skin staring back at him like with the camera. The frosted, thick plexiglas porthole …was empty. The black sheen of the thick internal security barrier covered the left entry, while the functional right door sat uncovered, naked and foreboding. Summoning up any shred of courage he could manage, Alec stepped out of the monitoring room and turned to face down the sterile metal hallway that ended at the twin airlocks. It was morbidly recognizable, just enough facial features of his late assistant to make him remember the accident, the airlock seal and the guilt, the attempt to bury the evidence, and the endless solitude that had resulted.
Slender man in frozen cracked#
It was standing still, staring with empty sockets amid a freeze-dried and cracked face of blue skin. Alec brought it up on the center view to get a better look, and felt his stomach twist violently in fear. Humanoid, by the looks of it, what would be the head seemed slightly tilted. A form was standing below the camera, looking up. Something on feed 42-A caught his attention.Ĥ2-A. The widescreen to the left was depicting a grid of all camera views in small format. He turned his attention back to the screens. Solitary life in a research station had eroded Alec’s sense of tidiness and piles were the easiest sorting method for his work.
The dizzying adrenaline surge started to calm as he figured one of the backup tapes had probably been vibrated off a shelf by the machinery nearby. The sharp noise from down the hall pierced the envelope of sound that had wrapped Alec in the monitoring room, and the startle had his heart thumping up in his throat. Life in the small research station was similarly dark, oppressively quiet, with nothing but the clicks of recording equipment, inconsistent hums from computer systems, and faint. Each switch depicting the bright white of the lunar sands under floodlight, and the unrelenting black of the empty space above. Alec sat in the cold blue glow of the steel chamber, monitors projecting their indecision between camera views outside the small compound.
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