Whitetail
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Usage

To import this theme to your page, put the following anywhere inside it:

[[include :scp-wiki:theme:creepypasta]]

The standard CSS @import method won't work. This is intentional (thanks to stormbreathstormbreath for providing the CSS code!). Importing the theme using [[include]] adds your page to a list of Backlinks. This is useful for seeing what pages would be affected when this theme is updated, and allows any errors caused by that to be noticed and corrected much faster.

You can view any page's Backlinks by clicking "+ Options" at the bottom of the page, then "Backlinks".


Examples

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Parawatch Logo.

A horizontal rule can be created with 5 hyphens "-----" and extends across the whole page if it's not placed inside anything (eg a blockquote). The lines separating sections of this document are horizontal rules.

Titles can be created by putting between one and six plus "+" at the start of the line

This is a tab view.

This is a blockquote, created by putting "> " at the start of each line.

More text


That's a horizontal rule

Nested blockquotes

This is a table
You should know how to make these
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@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=PT+Mono&display=swap');
 
/*
    Powered on 2019/05/09 06:09:42
    [2019 Wikidot Theme]
    Created by The Great Hippo
    CC BY-SA 3.0
*/
 
/* FONTS AND COLORS */
 
:root {
    --bg-light: #262626;
    --bg: #1a1a1a;
    --bg-dark: #000000;
 
    --fg-light: #ffffff; 
    --fg:  #f2f2f2;
    --fg-dark: #e6e6e6;
 
    --fg-accent-light: #ffffcc;
    --fg-accent: #ffff99;
    --fg-accent-dark: #ffff80;
 
    --fg-accent-2: #ffffff;
 
}
 
body {
    background: var(--bg);
    color: var(--fg);
    font-family: 'PT Mono', monospace;
}
 
a, a:visited {
    color: var(--fg-accent-dark);
}
 
h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6, #page-title {
    color: var(--fg-light);
    font-family: 'PT Mono', monospace;
}
 
ins, del {
    color: black;
}
 
/* HEADER */
 
div#container-wrap {
    background: url(http://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Acreepypasta/gradient.png) top left repeat-x;
}
 
div#header {
    background: url(http://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Acreepypasta/parawatch.png) 10px 40px no-repeat;
}
 
div#header h1 a span {
    /* hiding header text */
    font-size: 0px;
    color: transparent;
}
 
div#header h1 a:before {
    content: " ";
    color: rgb(24, 24, 24);
}
 
div#header h2 span {
    font-size:0px;
    padding: 4px;
}
 
div#header h2:after {
    content: " ";
    font-weight: bold;
    color: rgb(255, 224, 135);
    padding: 19px 0;
    text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px rgba(0, 0, 0, .8);
    white-space: pre;
}
 
/* SIDE-BAR */
 
div#side-bar a,
div#side-bar a:visited {
    color: var(--fg-dark);
}
 
div#side-bar div.side-block {
    background: rgb(24, 24, 24) !important;
    border: 1px solid #ffe087;
    box-shadow: 0 2px 6px #404040;
}
 
div#side-bar div.side-block div.heading,
div#side-bar div.collapsible-block-unfolded-link,
div#side-bar div.collapsible-block-unfolded-link div.collapsible-block-link {
    color: rgb(255, 224, 135);
    border-color: rgb(255, 224, 135);
}
 
/* Recolors the image bullet points in the side-bar */
.side-block .menu-item > .image {
    filter: hue-rotate(230deg) invert(100%);
}
 
/* Recolors the Translation Module */
div.scpnet-interwiki-wrapper {
    filter: hue-rotate(230deg) invert(100%);
}
 
/* Recolors the panel that opens on mobile with the side-bar */
@media (max-width: 767px) {
    #side-bar{
        background-color: var(--bg);
    }
}
 
/* Recolors the drop down from the arrow next to username in the header */
#login-status ul a {
    color: var(--fg);
    background: var(--bg);
    border-color: var(--fg);
}
 
#login-status ul a:hover {
    color: var(--fg-dark);
}
 
/* Makes the code readable */
.hl-identifier, .hl-code, .hl-brackets {
    color: var(--fg);
}
 
/* Top-Bar */
#top-bar a { 
    color: var(--fg-dark);
}
 
#top-bar ul li ul {
    border-color: var(--fg-light);
}
 
#top-bar ul li.sfhover ul li a,
#top-bar ul li:hover ul li a {
   border-top-color: var(-fg-light);
}
 
#top-bar ul li.sfhover a,
#top-bar ul li:hover a {
    background-color: var(--bg-light);
    color: var(--fg-dark);
}
 
#top-bar ul li.sfhover a:hover,
#top-bar ul li:hover a:hover {
    background: var(--bg-dark); /* top bar hover background color */
    color: var(--fg-dark);
}
 
div.yui-navset div.yui-content {
    background: rgb(24, 24, 24);
}
 
div.yui-navset ul.yui-nav a,
div.yui-navset div.yui-navset-top ul.yui-nav a {
    background: rgb(24, 24, 24);
    color: rgb(255, 237, 185);
    border: solid 1px #ffffff;
}
 
div.yui-navset ul.yui-nav a:hover,
div.yui-navset ul.yui-nav a:focus {
    background: rgb(40, 40, 40);
    color: rgb(255, 237, 185);
}
 
div.yui-navset ul.yui-nav .selected a,
div.yui-navset ul.yui-nav .selected a:focus,
div.yui-navset ul.yui-nav .selected a:hover {
    background: rgb(50, 50, 50);
    color: var(--fg);
    border: solid 2px #ffff99;
}
 
/* rating module */
 
.page-rate-widget-box .rate-points {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark) !important;
}
 
.page-rate-widget-box .rate-points,
.page-rate-widget-box .rateup a,
.page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a,
.page-rate-widget-box .cancel a {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark);
    color: white;
    border: 0;
}
 
.page-rate-widget-box .rateup,
.page-rate-widget-box .ratedown,
.page-rate-widget-box .cancel {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark);
    border: 0;
    border-left: 1px solid var(--fg-accent-light);
}
 
.page-rate-widget-box .rate-points,
.page-rate-widget-box .cancel a {
    border: 0;
 
}
 
.page-rate-widget-box .rateup a,
.page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark);
    color: white;
}
 
.page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover,
.page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover,
.page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark);
    color: white;
}
 
/* footnote hovers */
 
.hovertip {
    width: 20em;
    padding: 0.5em;
 
    border: 1px solid var(--fg-accent-light) !important;
    border-radius: 0.5em;
 
    background-color: #000000ee !important;
    box-shadow: 0 0 6px 1px #000000aa;
    z-index: 100;
}
 
.hovertip .f-heading {
    color: var(--fg-accent-light);
}
 
/* inputs */
 
input.text, input.button,
#search-top-box-input,
#search-top-box-form input[type=submit],
div.buttons input, input.button, button, file, a.button {
    background: transparent;
    color: var(--fg);
    border: 1px solid var(--fg-accent-2);
    border-radius: 0;
    font-size: 1em;
    outline: 0;
}
 
div.buttons input:hover, div.buttons input:focus,
input.button:hover, input.button:focus,
button:hover, button:focus,
file:hover, file:focus,
a.button:hover, a.button:focus {
    border-color: var(--fg-accent-2);
    background: transparent;
    color: var(--fg);
}
 
input.text:hover, input.button:hover,
input.text:focus, input.button:focus,
#search-top-box-input:hover,
#search-top-box-input:focus,
#search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover,
#search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus {
    color: var(--fg);
    background: transparent;
    border: 1px solid var(--fg-accent-2);
    outline: 0;
}
 
/* EDITING WINDOWS */
.owindow {
    color: #000;
}
 
.owindow h1, .owindow h2, .owindow h3, .owindow h4, .owindow h5, .owindow h6 {
    color: #000;
}
 
.owindow a {
    color: #272727;
}
 
table.page-files .highlight {
    background-color: #272727;
}
 
input.text {
    border: 1px dashed #000;
    color: #fff;
}
 
input.text:focus {
    border: 1px dashed #000;
    color: #fff;
}
 
input.text:hover {
    border: 1px dashed #000;
    color: #fff;
}
 
div#lock-info {
    background-color: var(--bg-light);
}
 
/* BLOCKQUOTES */
 
blockquote,
div.blockquote {
    background:  var(--bg-dark);
    border-width: 2px;
    border-style: solid;
    border-color: var(--bg-light);
}
 
/* Parawatch Forum Pseudo-Blockquotes */
div.parapost {
    background:  var(--bg-dark);
    border-width: 2px;
    border-style: solid;
    border-color: var(--bg-light);
    padding: 0 1em;
    margin: 1em 3em;
}
 
div.parapost.reply1 {margin: 1em 3em 1em 4em;}
div.parapost.reply2 {margin: 1em 3em 1em 5em;}
div.parapost.reply3 {margin: 1em 3em 1em 6em;}
div.parapost.reply4 {margin: 1em 3em 1em 7em;}
div.parapost.reply5 {margin: 1em 3em 1em 8em;}
 
@media (max-width: 479px) {
   div.parapost {margin: 1em 0;}
   div.parapost.reply1 {margin: 1em 0 1em 1em;}
   div.parapost.reply2 {margin: 1em 0 1em 2em;}
   div.parapost.reply3 {margin: 1em 0 1em 3em;}
   div.parapost.reply4 {margin: 1em 0 1em 4em;}
   div.parapost.reply5 {margin: 1em 0 1em 5em;}
}
 
@media (min-width: 480px) and (max-width: 580px) {
   div.parapost {margin: 0.5em;}
   div.parapost.reply1 {margin: 0.5em 0.5em 0.5em 1em;}
   div.parapost.reply2 {margin: 0.5em 0.5em 0.5em 1.5em;}
   div.parapost.reply3 {margin: 0.5em 0.5em 0.5em 2em;}
   div.parapost.reply4 {margin: 0.5em 0.5em 0.5em 2.5em;}
   div.parapost.reply5 {margin: 0.5em 0.5em 0.5em 3em;}
}
 
/* IMAGES */
 
#page-content .scp-image-block {
    border-color: var(--fg-accent);
    box-shadow: none;
}
#page-content .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption {
    border-color: var(--fg-accent);
    background-color: var(--bg-dark);
}
 
table.wiki-content-table th {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark);
}
 
hr {
    background-color: var(--fg);
}
 
.code {
    border: 1px dashed var(--fg);
    background-color: transparent;
 
    font-family: "Courier", "Courier New", "Roboto Mono", monospace;
    font-size: 1em;
}
 
/* INFO MODULE */
 
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button {
    background-color: var(--bg-dark); 
    border: 1px solid var(--bg-dark);
}
 
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .creditButton p a {
    border-left-color: var(--fg-accent-light);
}
 
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box .cancel {
    border-radius: 0;
}
#page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points {
    border-left: 0;
}
 
#page-content .modalbox {
    background: linear-gradient(var(--bg) 51px,var(--bg-light) 51px,var(--bg-light)) !important;
    color: var(--fg);
    box-shadow: 0 2px 6px #404040;
}
 
.close-credits,
.credit-back {
    filter: hue-rotate(230deg) invert(100%) brightness(150%);
}
 
#footer {
    background: var(--bg-light);
}
 
/* MOBILE CODE */
@media (max-width: 767px) { 
    div#header {
        background-size: 22em;
        background-position: 1em;
    }
 
    .open-menu a {
        border: 0.2em solid var(--bg-light) !important;
        background-color: #787878 !important;
        color: var(--bg-light) !important;
  }
}
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YarrowWilliam 06/21/2015 (Sun) 13:06:55 #59160062


overthisway.png

1992

There's a place in the forest by my town where the deer don't die. Time and time again, hunters talk about it, eyes full of darting, half-lidded suspicion. A stretch of roadside south of town, around the Appalachians but not quite in them, where the hunters don't go. You'll hear stories about it if you listen long enough.

Rambling tales of deer that keep on living when shot through the heart, the head, splattered on the windshield of a car, shrugging it off and darting back into the forest. Trappers never seem to catch their quarry there, and the number of times I've seen a car veer off the road in the last twenty years, faced with something that didn't seem to catch the headlights quite right, I can't count on one hand.

I never believed it though. A particularly rough patch of forest, where the animals are healthier than the weak, stick-legged things that walk along wherever humans have gone by. Thin black ice on the road, reflecting starlight to go where it shouldn't. They'll blame it on the Indians, but these folk blame them for all sorts of things. Never actually go and look.

That's where my uncle differed. He was a savvy hunter, a taxidermist too, never really believed in those things. His garage was full of trophies, some of them half-completed, and whenever someone said he couldn't do something, he took it as a challenge. He caught wind of the stories, and one day made it a goal of his to get one of those deer, and bring back its head in the bed of his pickup. We drove there, one night, in his old beatup of a Dodge Dakota. I was the spotter in the back, hid his drink, told him where to stop.

It felt strange, stopping by a roadside most people just drive past. Out-of-staters usually took this route, eyes on the road in front of them. On the ground below me were pebbles of all sizes, tire-worn, dusted with the black coating of rubber that you see on these older stretches of road. Forest was thick, but didn't look unusual to my eyes. There was a smell, though. Barely noticeable through the doors of the car, it still pervaded, a stench seemingly wafting out of the wall of trees to the east and over the asphalt. If my uncle noticed it, he didn't say. Something was dead nearby, was my first thought. Too sour for that, a part of my brain told me. I started to speak up, but a grunt from my uncle told me to keep my mouth shut.

He disappeared into the forest, and it was an agonizing fifteen minutes before he came back out again, slightly agitated.

"I found something," he said. "Tracks. Bigguns too."

He ushered me to follow him, and I did, over roots and sumac. I didn't know what to look for. I could carry a gun, but I couldn't track.

Soon though, clear as day, I saw them. My uncle's flashlight darted across the forest floor, illuminating depressions in the soft earth, cut deep enough to lay a finger in, pooled with water from the recent rain. They leaned long and skinny, close together but far from front to hind, and something had dragged along in the dirt to the side of them, leaving a wavy trail. The spoor was wrong in a way I couldn't pinpoint. Uncle identified it though. Hooves weren't splayed; the deer was lighter on its feet than any this size ought to be. It had moved quickly, too, given the density of the underbrush. Starving, he said it was, probably too sick to move properly. I didn't buy it.

I gripped my rifle more tightly as we continued on. The tracks stayed prominent, ours sinking much deeper into the mud. The stench was hard to ignore, now, although my uncle was indisposed to mention it. It had gained a tinge of sweetness, somehow, like burning honey mixed with sewage. Water dripped.

Our stakeout spot was unwieldy, in the lower branches of a stout white oak. My uncle's breath heaved hot on my neck as we watched. A sick deer couldn't travel far, he reasoned, and the head and bragging rights would be worth more than any meat it lacked. Long minutes passed, the hidden moon failing to give any indication of time. I was about to try to persuade him to call it quits when something moved. My uncle, holding the rifle, didn't hesitate to shoot. A low, dark shot rang out, and whatever had been moving stopped.

Quickly, Uncle dismounted the branch and started walking. Wherever it was, it was distant, and the flashlight's beam didn't penetrate the low branches. The stench was overpowering now; it seemed to come from nowhere in particular, but the air was warm and still. Holding my breath, I continued after him. In moments, the flashlight hit something, and Uncle stopped. A dark figure, lain over in the groundcover as if injured, sat at the edges of the flashlight's beam. It somehow still shown in silhouette, as if the flashlight hadn't touched it. One eye gleamed, the other shot through with a bullet, and the point where its antlers stopped and the branches began wasn't clear. It breathed slowly, steadily.

In a careful, practiced, almost deliberate fashion, the thing that was not a deer got up, turned backward, and started walking away. My uncle was silent, quick to follow.

At that moment, the forest seemed to melt around me as I ran. Sharp thorns and branches blocked my way where Uncle's steps were swift, the flashlight in his hands waving wildly. I gave chase, now acutely aware of my lack of gun, and managed to follow him into a small clearing, a place devoid of trees where a creek must have once flowed. His flashlight tilted up and I stopped in my tracks.

The deer stood before us, gazing intently. The right half of its face was caved in, and from the wound, antlers grew, extending up and into the branches above it. They billowed thick and gnarled, like frozen smoke.

Around it, from either side, heads of deer hung like trophies, encrusted down to the eyes in the same dark material, not quite catching the light. I stood, delirious with the smell, under a canopy covered in the stuff. Hard, finely twisted antlers gnarled together into great burls, half-forming the shapes of heads, or hooves.

Uncle turned my way, looking back to me, smiling.

"You look sick, what's wrong? It's only a deer."

I bolted wild through the night, and woke up sometime later by the side of the road, surrounded by paramedics. My memories for the next few weeks were fuzzy, full of hospital rooms, and doctors, and tubes.

Suicide, they said. Evidence was found in a nearby section of forest. Chunks of brain matter, splattered by gunshot on nearby trees. A flashlight, and some clothes, a couple scattered bones. As for his body, they said the scavengers must have come after it. My name was cleared quickly enough, as it went, after they learned what was inside of my head. Some kind of poison, biological in nature, neurotoxic. Said I was lucky I came out with only minor brain damage. Only thing that saved me was that I was found unconscious on the roadside days before his estimated time of death.

I sometimes hallucinate now, seeing antlers, trees, hearing the clicks of hooves. They blame it on brain damage, but these folk blame that for all sorts of things, never bothering to go and look. On warmer days, through the humidity and the still, heavy air, a smell sometimes wafts into my yard from the south. A sweet smell, like honey, like taxidermy and rot. That still, in that direction, my uncle waits, among the crown of horns.

I take up the scent deeply, now, as repulsive as it once was, and know, quietly in my heart, that my uncle did not die.

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