People in this house (Creepypasta x Toy! Male! Reader)

Chapter 18: "The Beginning Of The End"

Hello! This picture is not mine, but this is the closest picture to the book I could find. Sorry for the lack of pictures, I will definitely try to add more pictures. The names of the cult/tribe is pronounced as 'Ke-dar-luk'. The goddess's name, is also pronounced as 'Ke-roc-ie'.

I hope you like it! Love you!

May 7th, 2011, 8:54 am

The Puppeteer's pov

I lied on my bed, back against the frame, as I searched through every one of my books. They were filled with details of witchcraft, of binding souls and tearing them away. Hexes and spells of love and revenge sat next to pages of how to do them. The books, had sticky notes on them, to remind me which pages I looked for. I turned the pages and found the chapter I needed. I read it eagerly, practically ready to jump out of bed and tell Slender.

" The Binding"

"The Binding, is an ancient ritual that was preformed in the late 1800-1900, in which the souls of the dead, possessed objects of sacrifices. The ritual, originated from the belief of Kärokiä, the goddess of lost souls, to save those who lost their bodies. Her rituals were practiced by the Kädorlük people, in western Germany."

'Kädorlük people? Where have I heard that name before..' I slapped a sticky note to the page of the book, and started to rummage through my other papers and books. 'Nothing.. nothing... God damnit, were the hell did I put it?' i checked my bed, my book shelf, drawers, hell even in depths of my closest. 'wait! The attic!' No one really went into the attic, and it was were all the old shit went. I remember putting the book away there, because the I just ran out of space for a few of them.

I walked up to the third flight of stairs. It was dark, with little to no lights. This was were we would kidnapp and kill our victims of we had time. Mostly Slender's brothers used the rooms, but no one really cared.

The floor was bloodied, as always, and you could always hear someone crying and hitting the doors. They were crying more then usual, and louder then usual. I kicked the door violently, and I heard the women on the other side moving away from the door. "Shut The Fuck Up!" I yelled, as I walked away from the door, and pulled down the later to the attic.

It slammed down, with a heavy this and dust blowing itself on to me. Pulling myself up, I climbed as the creaking of the ladders steps. The dust particles filled my lungs, as I was left in the darkness. The only real light that I had, was that from the constant strings that swarmed me, and the glow from my eyes. I let the strings wrap around themselves, forming into a torch like object.

Boxes filled with the past filled the room, along with antiques and paintings. I coughed a bit, as I scrambled to look through the old photos and book.' 'Come on, come on.. I know that it is here somewhere... Got it!' I pulled up a book from the pile of papers, and grazed my fingers against the cover of it. The leather of the book felt smooth against them and I brushed dust of it. I smiled, finally happy with what I found.

"The prophecy of Kärokiä"

The cover said. It was grey, with golden symbols. I remember finding this at one of my victims house. I watched her, for a while and she was obsessed with cult. I kept one of her many books, because I thought it was interesting, but never thought it would be useful. I guess it was a good idea to take it.

I slowly opened it, the makeshift torch glowing brightly next to it. I looked over to the poorly done drawings of "Kärokiä". She was drawn in a satanic position, with her arms open, as if she was waiting for a hug. People surrounded her bowing down, as others further back danced. I began to read.

" In the beginning, Kärokiä created man and woman, in her image. She then created the earth, and the stars for her people to live and look up apon. They soon fell from the heavens, and the people praised her, for the baring of fruits. They praised her for the meat, and the moon. They, were hers, and there for they should never leave her. Kärokiä, forbade them from leaving there village. Not one, had experienced pain, or rejection, or hunger, and for that they never left.

"It parodies they lived, two of her people Rokä and Mëki ventured far from the village, she had created for them, in desire to see beyond the skies. They found what it meant to be in pain, to feel hunger, and to feel rejection. They stormed to the temple of Kärokiä, and demanded that they know why they felt what they did. Kärokiä became angry at their disobedience, and sent storms that took homes. She took the rich dirt, and replaced it with dirt, so dry and poor, water would be sucked up immediately. "

"The animals had abandoned the village, and the first winner forced blood to be spilled. The people begged her to stop, as Rokä and Mëki no longer believed in her. They had lost trust in their goddess, and for that, they were now sinners. The first sinners, and the first betrayers. The village banished them, and thee war between Kärokiä and the betrayers began."

I nodded my head, as I had finally found the book that I was looking for, and I walked to the exit of the attic. The creaking of the steps echoed through the floor, and silence following soon after. Small whimpering and hiccups accompanied that silence, and I went over to my room, downstairs.

I made it to my room, with the book, and the weight of it was making my arms tried. It slammed against my desk, with a loud 'thud'. I flipped the pages through, and read on and on.

They tribe, and there 'goddess' was very ritualistic, seemingly with every activity trying to either summon her or to curse someone. But I could care less about those rituals, I was looking for one specifically. My chest started to feel heavy, like something was wrong. Like the first time I saw (Y\N) move. My head started to hurt, at first not being painful, but it became so intense. I still kept reading on, and the feeling of something starting to keep my legs in place began.

My arms felt heavy, and heavier with every page turn. A smile pulled itself on my face, with my eyes meeting the chapter I needed. "The Binding. A ritual to save those who lost there bodies.... Blah, blah, blah.... Ah-ha!" I was skimming through, on till it began reading off the necessary requirements for the ritual. "The Binding must be preformed in the eyes of the moon. The materials needed are listed below."

1. 6 willing participants

2. 6 candles, placed in front of each participant

3. The symbol of Kärokiä, drawn in the ground

4. The sacrifice and the object in which the soul inhabit

5. The sacrifice should be deceased, as is easier to for the soul to enter.

6. The sacrifice and object must be placed in the center of Kärokiä

7. Begin the calling of Kärokiä, and ask her to guide the soul into the new body

8. Continue till the sacrifice rises up to face you"

My legs were sore, and my arms felt weaker, but I smiled as I read over the calling of Kärokiä.

" Hervortreten der alte, Kärokiä, und rette die seelevor den Schicksalen der verdammten"

My table shook slightly, as I read it aloud. I wasn't totally sure what exactly it said, but as my light started to flicker, I knew I had done something serious. God, I cant wait to show Slender this.

Hello everyone! It is me again, and I am sure that you are wondering what the calling of Kärokiä means. 1. The text is meant to be in German, as this cult is from western Germany. 2. I am not from Germany myself, so I apologize if I got the translation wrong. It is meant to say "Come Forth, the ancient one, Kärokiä and save the souls from the date of the damned". Once again, I am sorry if I got the translation wrong. If you know the proper translation, you can tell me, and I will fix it 😊. 3. This cult doesn't actually existed, as when researching it, no cult like this one came up. I really hope you like the way that the story is going, and I would love to hear your thoughts. This is really fun to make, and I love you guys!

-Erin