"Someone else wrote the script, and AHS wants to adapt it to fit the show. They have to buy the rights. Then they’re going to figure out the cast from there.”
Still, with nothing confirmed as yet, it's worth thinking about some of the other Creepypasta stories that could come to life for American Horror Story. Here are my three favorites... feel free to add your own in the comments!
How it Might Work for AHS: The ambiguity of the Laughing Jack story could be interesting, as it's never entirely clear whether Jack is real or if he is simply an insidious idea that takes hold of a little boy's mother... There's always room for some more crazy in American Horror Story!
As told by KarlyR:
Children have bizarre imaginations that can often lead to them saying things we find damn right creepy, but what if they were really telling the truth?
Laughing Jack is the tale of the mother of a quiet, introverted young son named James who starts speaking to an unseen 'friend' in the garden. When she questions the little boy about who his new friend is he innocently replies that his name is 'Laughing Jack'.
Although the mother is spooked by the strange name her child has dreamt up, she figures it's normal for shy children to have imaginary friends... That is, until she starts having horrifying nightmares about circuses of deformed children and mysterious sweets start appearing.
After wrestling some mysterious sweets out of James' hand, the mother demands to know where they came from. Of course, she already knows deep down that the answer will be Laughing Jack, who her son describes as a clown with a black and white spiral nose.
After another night of violent nightmares, the mother is awoken by a blood curdling scream and she finds her son has wet himself with fear... Oh, and that the family dog has been stuffed with sweets, its entrails hung from the light fitting like an evil pinata.
When the police are called, they clearly think the mother is unhinged as she babbles about Laughing Jack, but the evidence can't be ignored and they take a report.
After somehow falling asleep again, the mother awakens to more screams and runs frantically to her sons room only to be greeted by her baby nailed to the wall with his entrails slopping out of his stomach.
Horrified, she realizes he is still alive, but when she steps forwards to comfort her child - Laughing Jack bursts from the shadows. She grabs some scissors to stab the nightmare clown, but when she lunges at him the blades pass straight through him into her sons heart.
Our protagonist is revealed to be writing her story from a mental institution, but who knows whether Jack was real or not...
How it Might Work for AHS: Cryptids are a largely unexplored theme for American Horror Story, though the tragic Minotaur from Coven was a start in the direction of the man/beast crossover... If Season 6 has a more rural setting, like Freak Show, a strange creature slipping through the darkness could be very exciting indeed.
As told by KarlyR:
The premise of the Goatman story is simple, but utterly chilling.
This shape-shifting creature can assume any form, but it loves to be human best of all. Because it has taste, obviously.
Once the Goatman takes hold of a person, they will start acting bizarrely and speaking in an almost inaudible gibberish. People staring into space and seeming unaware of their surroundings should be viewed as possessed if you suspect the spirit of the Goatman is present.
Lore about how the Goatman dispatches his victims is varied, he is often depicted carrying an enormous axe to hack his prey limb from limb, but many stories are ambiguous about what actually happens to the victims...
Sometimes our own imaginations are the most terrifying thing of all.
The Goatman story was made into a short film, Weirdo. Here's the trailer.
The Russian Sleep Experiment
How it Might Work for AHS: The show has had success with sinister experiments before - Dr Arden for Asylum, and Dr Montgomery's misadventures in the basement of the Murder House... It could be interesting so see a more state-sponsored, militaristic form of human experimentation for Season 6.
My favorite ever Creepypasta is The Russian Sleep Experiment. This is my retelling of it, originally written February 2015:
In the 1940s, scientists in Russia decided to test the effects of extreme sleep deprivation, sealing five people into a small room and exposing them to a gas stimulant to keep them awake. Monitoring their subjects through glass portholes and microphones and providing them with a month's worth of dried foodstuffs, the experiment began.
Very little happened for five days, except that the subjects began discussing deeper emotional issues as their sleep deprivation wore down their social reserve. Then their behavior took a turn for the worse.
The subjects became paranoid and stopped communicating with each other, convinced that they were trapped in the experiment through each others' treachery. They turned their backs on one another, whispering strange, inaudible things into the microphones.
Nine days passed before the first man began to scream. He ran, crazed, up and down the small chamber screaming himself hoarse until his cries became strained croaks. The other captives didn't raise an eyebrow, rather reaching their own bizarre epiphanies of their own accord. Two captives silently tore pages from books, defecated upon them and pasted them over the glass so the researchers could no longer see inside their room.
The screaming stopped, and the scientists grew increasingly worried. Only the oxygen monitors indicated any sign of life. Eventually, concerned that the subjects had fallen unconscious, they approached, broadcasting this message into the cell:
We are opening the chamber to test the microphones; step away from the door and lie flat on the floor or you will be shot. Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom.
The subjects sat motionless within, silent save for one reedy voice which quavered:
We no longer want to be freed.
Warily, the scientists entered the cell. What greeted them was a vision of unparalleled horror. Food lay untouched, but the subjects' mouths were bloody. Each of them had chunks of flesh and sinew torn from their bodies, great gory chunks ripped away from the bone. Many wounds indicated that they had been self-inflicted.
Some were so eviscerated that their ribs were clearly visible, and the floor was a mess of internal organs, miscellaneous viscera and slowly congealing blood. The subjects were silent and still - until the gas was turned off, sending them into a frenzy.
They attacked the scientists, fueled by some strange, demonic strength. One security guard died from the trauma of a maimed subject ripping his testicles out with his bare hands. Five soldiers died in this freak incident of unprecedented violence.
The subjects resisted sedation, their bodies somehow rejecting the effects of the calming drugs to an astonishing level, still gnashing and tearing at their captors even after experiencing a dose of suppressants that would have put down three strong men. Two subjects died in the furore, their fragile carcasses finally succumbing to their wounds.
As they were finally trussed up and returned to a surgical room, all three surviving subjects begged to be kept awake, refusing all anesthetics and gladly allowing doctors to attempt to patch up the devastating damage to their bodies without any form of painkiller.
The first to be operated on died from blood loss. Closer inspection of his body revealed that nine bones were broken, despite external trauma not accounting for that level of destruction. Doctors realized that his bones had been crushed simply by the extreme force his own muscles had been exerting on his skeleton.
The second had flayed vocal chords from hours of screaming, and smiled every time the surgeon applied the scalpel to his skin, meeting eyes with the operating staff with sick satisfaction. When the doctor stopped his ministrations, the subject became angry, demanding, 'keep cutting.'
The third simply muttered over and over again:
I must remain awake.
Distressed by the effects of the experiment but intrigued at their findings, the scientists prepared to return the two surviving subjects to the chamber and expose them again to the gas they craved. One did not make it to the stimulant gas in time and fell asleep. The second he reached REM sleep, he flatlined and died, despite seeming healthy enough a few moments before.
The final surviving subject grew enraged, demanding he be shut in with the gas immediately. He broke free of his restraints and lunged for a soldier's gun, shooting two researchers between the eyes, killing them instantaneously. Ranting and raving himself hoarse, he was overpowered by the remaining researchers. The lead scientist turned the gun on the maddened subject, shouting at him in desperation:
WHAT ARE YOU? I must know!
The subject smiled a viperous smile.
Have you forgotten so easily? We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread.
The researcher staggered back, before desperately shooting the subject through the heart. As the last foul breaths shuddered from the subject's body, it spluttered:
So… nearly… free…