Analog-horror Stories

A Collection of files from the universe of Help! I'm a werewolf and everyone is chill with it?!

so like, not very pg (in the authors notes), but uh, I had this dream one time and only recently mentioned it to my friends, the response being roughly "WHY TF ARE YOU HAVING ANALOG HORROR DREAMS AT 7 YEARS OF AGE" so yeah 👍 Anyways, the cover is not entirely accurate to the scene it comes from, but I did not feel like figuring that out :)

Thirty strange objects - half mundane, half surreal - are "recorded" inside an impossible Archive, a looping analog-tape dimension where memories, aesthetics, and emotions take physical form. Each character is both themselves and an echo of something forgotten: old games, carnival tickets, perfume bottles, popsicles, compasses, beads, etc. The horror lies in the distortion of nostalgia. The Archive keeps reshuffling itself, forcing the objects to remember (or misremember) what they once were, while a hidden force watches and catalogs them. The core questions: Why were these objects chosen? Who is recording? What happens if you forget who you are?

A scattered case of a family. With one and and another right behind it. Behind it all sinister secrets hide behind the curtains.

Static Veil is an analog horror tale stitched together from fractured memories, corrupted recordings, and the eerie remnants of objects long forgotten. Set in a dreamlike post-collapse world where living relics drift through loops of time, the story follows a cast of sentient items-each carrying secrets, traumas, and flickers of joy from a world that no longer behaves as it should. A heart-shaped tea tin, a flickering VHS tape, a haunted lantern, and a cosmic astrolabe are just a few among them-objects not only imbued with emotion but seemingly trapped within a recursive, glitched-out existence. As static spreads, memories distort, and timelines unravel, something deeper stirs beneath the surface: a buried signal, pulsing beneath the noise, threatening to overwrite reality itself. Through whispered riddles, corrupted footage, and chilling emotional resonance, Static Veil peels back the comforting layers of nostalgia to reveal something beautiful... and deeply wrong.

For years, I believed I was delusional. That Brookmoor-my town, my home-was just a figment of a broken mind. That my husband, my life in the U.S., had never existed at all. Everyone said I made it up. That I confabulated an entire past. But now, something has resurfaced. A broadcast. A name. A memory made real. This is the story of my fight to prove that I wasn't crazy... that somewhere, Brookmoor was real-and maybe still is.

A Mandela Catalogue fanfiction. Adam Murray and his best friend Johan Marshall were assigned to lead a cats soul to heaven and were tricked. Adam walked into a mysterious basement and didn't come out the same. Johan believes he's an alternate. This is a Mandela Catalogue Fan Fiction, you can find the original Mandela Catalogue on youtube by Alex Kister. Alex Kister is the original maker of Mandela Catalogue, Mandela Catalogue is not my own work. TW: This does mention things like suicide.