The Visitors

Do you remember the story of Krista Lancaster?

She was a reclusive woman, who never left her home, who relied on her neighbor, and who was rude to everyone, even the neighbor and his family, though everyone living nearby seemed to believe she had a soft spot for them.

When disaster struck, and the world was met with the end of times, she stayed the same, refusing to give sanctuary to strangers when they’d visit at night. She turned away a tall man who was just as unpleasant as her, a lady that kept on rambling about things, a religious man that sounded like he was in a cult, a disfigured man, and a guy who talked nonsense.

As the nights went on, she speculated about the signs of "visitors". Anyone could have perfect teeth or dirty nails. The so-called signs could get innocent people shot.

On the third night, her neighbor and his family died, or at least, their home caught on fire. Immediately after the discovery, she was killed by a creepy visitor, the same one that lingered outside her home the previous night; he had strange folds in his skin, like it was the wrong size for his body, not to mention she could see the outline of his bones.

But what if it didn’t turn out that way?

What if she let others in, even when she didn’t want to?

What if she survived longer?

Night 1

Reluctantly, she remains by the front door after her neighbor and his creepy daughter leave. She hates this; the catastrophe is ruining her chosen way of life. She’d rather stay alone, but her neighbor’s warning, “When anyone asks if you’re alone, say no and tell them someone’s in the house with you”, it scares her; it feels like there’s something more to it than that.

So, when she gets that first knock, and listens to the person on the opposite side of the peephole, she decides to let him in, even though he’s kind of rude (and tall as hell but that’s irrelevant).

A second person arrives shortly thereafter; a lady that rambles on and on, and on, and on. She doesn’t let her inside; there’s just something too suspicious about her backstory. The unfortunate part is how human she looks; if visitors look no different from the real deal, how can you tell them apart when their stories sound realistic?

It doesn’t help that the woman is very polite and understanding about the denial of entry.

Then, a third person arrives; a teenager, female. She only lets her in because she feels bad for the girl; it sounds like she’s been alone for a long time, even before this started.

No one else shows up, so she goes into her bedroom to chill, or try to, silently hoping that she hasn’t let a visitor inside.

Night 4

Things aren’t going well.

Of course they aren’t; it’s the end of the world, a full blown apocalypse with talking zombies, if you can even call the visitors that. The visitor from last night certainly reminded her of one; loose skin, boney, creepy as hell, scary as fuck. It’s wishful thinking, hoping he won’t come back.

It’s been reported that many people are getting murdered; she’s seen a few corpses laying right outside her house, a terrifying gift from the creepy visitor. However, whether people are being killed by visitors, too, or by each other is uncertain, although she strongly believes it’s both.

Numerous “signs” of visitors have been reported: perfect white teeth, dirty fingernails, bloodshot eyes, hairless armpits, and more incoming. The first person she invited in, the tall guy, shares her view of them; it sounds like horseshit that’ll get people like them killed because literally anyone can have those issues.

Speaking of folks that she invited inside, she’s let a few more in since the first night; a nun that kind of creeps her out and a weird guy that talks about the sun a lot and likes beer. She tests everyone during the morning when she has nothing better to do; otherwise, she’d pretend they aren’t living with her.

Additionally, she also turned more people away these past few nights; a deadbeat mom (although she feels bad that she turned away the child with her, too) and a fortune teller that gave off very strange vibes. A few people left on their own, not asking for entry, which was…unexpected.

There’s also an organization wandering the streets at night; the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA), easily identified by their yellow hazmat suits and gas masks. She doesn’t know what exactly to think of them, but she can’t say she trusts them.

Lastly, the news reports shared images of the creepy visitor she encountered the previous night, so others must be spotting him, too. They gave the same warning as the neighbor: don’t let him in, don’t tell him you’re alone.

She’s glad he left her alone last night, but…simply telling him you’re not alone won’t save you; he can hear if there’s anyone actually in your house or not, and she only knows this because he openly stated so (and looked annoyed when he said it).

And he promised to return in a few nights...

She shakes her head and heads for the front door, where she continues the night like any other.

Night 15

She’s traumatized.

So many people, she invited in or turned away.

So many times, the creepy visitor returned, getting more aggressive in his attempts to make his way inside her house; he really wanted to kill her and the other humans residing there.

There was even a man with an assault rifle that visited three times, demanding she prove she’s not a visitor; she barely managed to do so, because she actively avoided showing the parts of her that aligned with the “signs”. Which, she and the tall guy were fucking right; innocent people can get murdered because of them.

Shootouts happened outside her home, so she was right to assume humans were killing humans, out of paranoia or hatred.

FEMA members showed up every now and then (and risked getting brutally massacred, again, by the creepy visitor).

Now, she’s in the basement (yes, she has a basement) with the people she let inside, and she doesn’t trust any of them.

She swears she sees abnormalities in them.

Night 21

They’re dead.

The people she let in, they’re all dead.

She killed them. She had a gun hidden this whole time. And she used it.

She’s alone now. With one more bullet. She’s shaking. Trembling. Scared of what’s outside, terrified of what’s inside.

She does what’s best for her.

She pulls the trigger.

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Krista was created by me. The things connected to her (behavior, personality) is me. There was no dialogue this time around, compared to the first story. The storyline comes from the game by Trioskaz. Some lines are also from the game. The ending is a mixture of sorts of a few endings in the game.

I created this second story for one reason only: the full game was released!

Enjoy! There's quite a few endings, by the way, so search up other videos to find those.