64 People, 1 VHS

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"64 People, 1 VHS Tape"
The quaint, tree-lined neighborhood buzzed with excitement on Halloween night. A handful of new residents had just moved in, thrilled to find such warm and welcoming neighbors. Invitations to a Halloween party had arrived at their doorsteps a few days prior. The invite promised a night of fun, laughter, and a chance to get to know the community better. Intrigued, they eagerly accepted, bringing along costumes, candy, and a readiness to dive into the Halloween spirit.
The house hosting the event was an eerie, Victorian-style mansion at the end of the street, decked with cobwebs, jack-o-lanterns, and fake blood splatters. Guests mingled, swapping stories and laughs while eerie music set the tone. Then, a young man from the neighborhood suggested they all watch a “extremely rare” Halloween-themed VHS tape he’d found at a thrift shop earlier that week. The tape was titled The Night Massacre: A Lost SpongeBob Episode.
Curious and a little amused, everyone gathered in the dim living room as the tape slid into the VCR with a loud click.
As the screen crackled to life, familiar underwater scenery filled the screen. The camera zoomed in on SpongeBob’s pineapple, but the colors were darker, muted, and distorted. SpongeBob walked out with a strange, vacant stare, his eyes hollow and void of their usual spark. He wandered the silent streets of Bikini Bottom, his footsteps echoing.
Then, in sudden flashes, the tape took a disturbing turn. It shown a scene from the chum bucket where Plankton was showing how chum was made by killing fishes and grinding there dead bodies in there. SpongeBob stumbled upon Squidward, who was slumped on his porch, a bloody knife sticking out of his side. His lifeless eyes stared directly at the screen. SpongeBob’s hands shook as he reached toward Squidward’s corpse, only to be yanked backward by an unseen force. The camera shifted violently, and a sinister laugh echoed through the speakers.
The guests grew uncomfortable, but morbid curiosity kept them rooted in place.
The screen flashed again, and this time Patrick lay on the ground, blood pouring from his mouth as SpongeBob watched helplessly. The camera zoomed in on the gory details, capturing every unsettling moment with a grotesque, lingering focus. Suddenly, real photos of mangled bodies and dead babies intercut with the cartoon scenes, flashing on the screen in a sickening montage that left the partygoers in stunned silence. And then it cut's to "1 Man 1 Jar" and then it cut's to "3 orangutans 1 blender'' and then it cut's to "Sickest video on earth 1994" and "MDPOPE" and then "Mr. Sardine's Basement Vol. One" but then it cut's to "Faces of death" Several guests shrieked and then vomited, shielding their eyes from the really really gruesome display. And when it was about to cut to something that someone named "Peter Scully" some guy stopped the gore mixtape and broke it in half but then the screen turned back on. 
As the screen flickered with static, it became clear this was no ordinary cartoon.
Out of the corner of the screen, a shadowed figure crept closer—a figure with twisted, elongated limbs and a face obscured by static, its eyes gleaming red. The image distorted, and with a sickening screech, the creature seemed to crawl out of the TV, its form glitching as it breached reality.
The room erupted in chaos. Screams tore through the air as the creature materialized fully in the dim living room. This was The TV Hopper, a malevolent entity born from the depths of the cursed VHS tape. It lunged at the nearest guest, its clawed hand slicing through flesh with terrifying ease, splattering the walls with blood. The victim’s body fell to the floor, lifeless and mangled.
People scrambled to the exits, but every door and window slammed shut, trapping them inside.
The TV Hopper moved with chilling purpose, a glitched demon covered in static as it hunted its victims one by one. A young couple tried to hide in a closet, clutching each other tightly. But the Hopper ripped the door off its hinges, yanking them into its grip and dragging them back into the living room, where it dismembered them limb by limb, leaving only a grisly heap of blood and gore.
One guest, desperate and wild-eyed, grabbed a nearby chair and hurled it at the TV, hoping to shatter the cursed device. But the screen only flickered, displaying SpongeBob’s face once more—this time twisted in terror as the Hopper slaughtered him in a brutal, unending loop.
Terrified screams echoed through the house as the Hopper continued its relentless spree, spilling guts and painting walls in splatters of red. Some attempted to crawl beneath tables or duck behind couches, but the Hopper hunted them with ease, its glitching body phasing through objects like they weren’t even there. Guests collapsed in pools of their own blood, their dying gasps drowned out by the static hum that filled the room.
As the massacre unfolded, the screen continued its twisted display of SpongeBob’s world—a once-innocent cartoon transformed into a nightmare as the bodies of beloved characters piled up, their faces frozen in agony.
The Hopper finally reached the last survivor, a trembling woman backed into a corner. She clutched her cross and whispered prayers, her tears streaking her face. The Hopper leaned in close, its breath cold against her skin as it whispered through a voice crackling with static, “You shouldn’t have watched.”
With one final, blood-curdling scream, her body was torn asunder, joining the carnage that filled the cursed house.
By the end of the night, only silence remained. The TV screen flickered once more, static filling the room as the lost episode continued to play—its twisted, bloody tale frozen in an endless loop for any unfortunate soul who might stumble upon it.
The morning after, the police arrived, met with a scene of unimaginable horror. Blood coated every inch of the room, the bodies of 64 residents strewn about in grisly positions. The VHS tape was found still running, the screen frozen on SpongeBob’s lifeless eyes staring back at them.
As the officers turned off the TV, one of them felt a strange urge, an unsettling curiosity to watch the tape later that night.
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