As The Raven Dreams Podcast - In Between The Static | #Creepypasta Narration

Starting point is 00:00:00 The story contains subject matter that some viewers may find disturbing, and viewer discretion is advised. There it is. In between the static. It's faint at first. Buried deep in the hiss, but after you hear it, after you know it's there, it becomes so loud you want to cover your ears and scream. I can sound the words out for you, but that's it. We never get the Romanization down. It just sounds like Iptak ko'all Preg Ayad to Dez Vagotet. There are images in the snow.

Starting point is 00:00:53 Ones beyond the bisected face and blank eyes that see in dimensions that our scientists can only dream about. In the static, I've seen across the universe. Spindly stick figures with no noticeable head and arms that bow out,

Starting point is 00:01:11 reach almost to their pointed feet. Diamond storms that rip the skin off ugly dog things, scavenging in pure white deserts. I've seen former colleagues from the mountain. I wonder if they were taken or given. Mull and Eggers dying slowly asphyxiated deaths on the barely air of some blank and purple alien planet. and lots of experiments.

Starting point is 00:01:44 John, Bledso, Schwartz, Kenlo, Ronnie, others. Vivisection, of course, hours of it. No anesthetic, but they don't die or pass out. No, dying is for later. Dying is for the bioweapon testing using diseases we shouldn't have had to worry about encountering for centuries. Kinlo was ripped apart by mold. Just a few airborne spores, and in days it was growing everywhere.

Starting point is 00:02:16 Skin bulged, eyes bulged, couldn't close his mouth because it grew on his tongue. Then, he just burst, blossomed into a bloody hill of deeply grooved fungi. Gasses, artificial gravity, abrasion tests, brain surrogens. surgeries, amputations, organ transplants with strange creatures as donors. Units 731 stuff. Hours of experiments in the static. Hours in minutes. They have this way of folding information, like a note folded into a tight square, but you can

Starting point is 00:03:02 still read every inch of it. They bring the static with them. Radio and television. They don't have to. They do it on purpose. It's... Stimulus. I hear the hiss and start to cry.

Starting point is 00:03:21 In the beginning, I used to lock down the house. I bought every kind of lock and bolt and chain that I could. I put them on the windows and the doors. A few times, I boarded everything up. Used my furniture to barricade any entry point. But it's useless. Their fingers, they get through. They flatten, stretch, slip through the cracks, long, thin worms that wrap around whatever is keeping them out.

Starting point is 00:03:52 Sometimes they make me watch. Sometimes my cabin fills with burning light. When it fades, I've lost time. And there they are, watching me. Eventually, I stopped. No more locks, no barricades. I just sit and wait. But not tonight.

Starting point is 00:04:14 Tonight, I'm making them work for it. When the static screams and the voice comes on, I don't think. I just run to the door and slip outside. Finally wiping the tears from my eyes, I look up. Jesus, there's so many of them. They don't look like they should fly. It's all... Weird angles and counterintuitive design.

Starting point is 00:04:42 In space, it doesn't matter, I guess. Here, though, they should be falling out of the sky. Back at the mountain, we could use the internal tech, but the design was too radical. People would get suspicious. Things would change. Completely silent, they hover just barely visible against the gloom, and I head for the woods. They've been here for a long time

Starting point is 00:05:08 We've gotten some things from them Technology, mostly, obviously But it's like the beads from Manhattan We always knew We always knew That we were not in the driver's seat We always knew how it would end You've seen the things they can do

Starting point is 00:05:32 Even if you don't realize it They can level buildings like they're made of balsa wood. They slip in between. I don't know what to call it. Dimensions, I guess. Realities. They go and they rip the tiniest piece apart. And on our side, the whole thing comes down.

Starting point is 00:05:51 And they can do it to whole cities. August 9th, 1945, that wasn't a bomb. It was simple mimicry. The last light. of dusk is almost gone. I didn't bring a flashlight. I thought it would draw too much attention to me. Now I'm just barely trotting, groping in front of me with one hand, and keeping the other

Starting point is 00:06:16 on the nearest tree trunk. This was stupid. They're going to catch me. I'm just trying it out. They found me here after I left the mountain, the other side of the country, in the middle of nowhere. It was a message. I'm not going to tell anybody.

Starting point is 00:06:37 It didn't matter. I look back and watch the edge of the forest. My heart beats so loud they could probably find me just by following the thumps. A tall pillar of bug zapper blue light flicks on where my cabin is. It moves so slowly. It takes me a while to even realize it's gotten closer. I turn and run. crashing and flailing, kicking leaves and snapping branches, there's nowhere to go.

Starting point is 00:07:08 My foot drops into a hole. Crazed rabbit panic fills me, and I wrenched my leg around to see what kind of trap from beyond the stars I am caught in. It's just a goddamn hole made by some dumb animal. Pain shoots up my calves. I gingerly take my twisted ankle out of the hole and I limp forward. Time to give up. What a stupid idea. I could gimp my way into the darkness, maybe try to cover myself with leaves, but that's just entertainment for them.

Starting point is 00:07:45 A funny note in their catalog of human behavior. I ease myself down against a tree and I just watch the light. When the light hits them, the tree trunks bend outward like they are elastic. They're bigger than we can see. see. They exist in every direction. Closer. I can almost make out the figure

Starting point is 00:08:09 inside the light. I think I'm crying, but my senses are unraveling in its presence. It's the only thing that I'm really aware of. Closer. I can see the outline of the thick

Starting point is 00:08:25 V-shaped head that juts back half a foot and fat tumor-like bubos. At the apex of each slant is its fleshed over eyes, white indents and long brows holding in small lakes of a thin membrane. There is an eye similar to ours underneath the skin. I know. I've done autopsies. They just don't need it anymore.

Starting point is 00:08:53 It's talking to me. Cooing, sing-song layered words packed with image and smell and sound. destruction, charred flesh, crying babies, the static, deafening. Holocaust fast and slow, some die in flames and quakes in reality, in molecular disease, while there's die in camps, farms, zoos, and labs, there are holes in the sky. Out of them come exterminating angels, servants of a distant and inconceivable lord. Nobody does anything. Nobody tries to stop them.

Starting point is 00:09:39 It's above me. I think I hear my sobs over the words. It raises its six-fingered hand and the digits slither forward. Two of them. Vaguely warm with life. Glide over my face. Up my cheeks. They flattened and slowly go over my eyelid.

Starting point is 00:10:02 Under the ball and back, back, coiling around the optic nerve, two more up each nostril. The fingers divide sending tributaries into my sinuses and down into my lungs. They atomize, passing through membrane and cell walls to get to my nervous system and brain. I'm being absorbed, translated into something intangible that they can send through the air to the ships above. They don't have to do this. There are other ways. I wake up on the floor of the white room. I hoped it wouldn't be this, prayed.

Starting point is 00:10:44 It wasn't always, but for the past few months it mostly was. There's Ronnie Statler, cradled in her chair made from a kind of rubbery satin. She was one of the few women at the mountain. Not pretty, but pretty enough. And funny? If we had gotten together before, I would have been a lucky man. They've already put the suit on me.

Starting point is 00:11:11 It's like a second skin. It keeps all my dander and oils in. You wouldn't know that I was wearing it unless I touched you and you felt the thin plastic dermis. I get up. The suit tightens and loosens where needed as I move. I've gotten as used to her as I can be. be expected to. Visions of her still float up to my brain, and I have to push them out any way that I can.

Starting point is 00:11:40 But when I'm with her, I can deal with it. I gently touch her arm. Bien-a-board of Viyarai. Embarked and profite. Embarked and relax. Ciroat, bookine. Oh, that also. And profite.

Starting point is 00:12:00 Villaray, the voice that we love that we love. smuffled, snorting and sucking sounds from inside her. The upper row of teeth at what used to be the back of her head jostles a bit, and the tongue that hangs down under the lower set squirms against the base of her skull. She tries to turn her useless and hidden eyes to me. It's just me, Ronnie. She raises a shaking hand, and I softly take it. It hurts her, I think.

Starting point is 00:12:31 Even this limp touch. I want them to take me back soon. but I want them to let me stay here with them forever. I watch her blood flow. It was perfect. Not a drip or seep as it ran along the outside of her veins to her heart, thick with red muscle nestled between her lungs, rocking softly with each pump. My eyes traced the veins and arteries that make her exposed body into a roadmap.

Starting point is 00:13:01 The quiet, biological noise of her organs. and her strangled breathing are the only sounds in the white cell. I still don't understand how she breathes. I sit down on the floor near her leg, and with the greatest care, I rest my cheek against the pale tissue and muscle of her thigh. In a stuttering shift, my eyes finally focus on the light yellow sphere piled on her belly. In the sea of liquor amni, against the bruise purple backdrop of placenta, my eyes lock on the button-black eyes of our fetal daughter.

Starting point is 00:13:38 Does Ronnie even know? They turned her inside out right after fertilization. She must have figured out why they were forcing us to be together. It would be easy to just reach in and break the water and take her tiny, unformed body in my hands, and throw her against the wall, grind her beneath my heel, rip her her two. just as easily I could grab Ronnie's heart and mangle it into uselessness.

Starting point is 00:14:07 Even easier when I get back home, I could cut my throat or blow a hole through my brain or hang myself from the tallest tree, but I don't. I love Ronnie, even though at first she cried, struggled and she looked at me with such hate. After a while, she softened. Or maybe the whole ordeal just burned all the care out of her. And I love our daughter. I love her even though there's a wide furrow running through the center of her head, and it's getting deep and narrow.

Starting point is 00:14:40 I don't know how long they let me stay, but it's not long enough. I wake up in my cabin, disgusted and afraid. It all feels different down here. Down here, the worst is still coming. Coming on such a definite track, it might as well have already happened. more than just my tortured colleagues, that is what they show me in the static. When I look hard in between the shifting black and white points, past the V-shaped face, past the experiments, I see Earth, I see every television and radio-blairing static like an air-raid siren.

Starting point is 00:15:25 A billion fathers cursing And flicking through channel after channel of snow The only warning that they get And it will come soon So that was In Between the Static by I'm gonna be that guy On the creepypasta wiki

Starting point is 00:16:01 This story was very weird But that weirdness absolutely made it, and I love it. Really good, creepy, strange, sci-fi-esque story. I like the use of the static to see, I guess, the future and see the situation with the female counterparts. Like I said, very weird, but I really do like the story. Very interesting.

Starting point is 00:16:30 And fun fact, apparently, let's read it a read of this story a very long time ago. back in 2015, so it's an old story, but anyways. Hopefully you guys enjoyed the narration. If you did, please do it that thumbs up button and subscribe to the channel. If you are new, you can also leave me a comment. Let me know your thoughts and all that jazz. You know how that goes. And a huge thank you to the author.

Starting point is 00:16:53 Again, I'm going to be that guy on the creepypasta wiki for posting a story in, up on the wiki by, under CC by essay. I'm having trouble talking, apparently. Yeah. So thank you. and thank you to everyone who listened to this point and all that stuff. If you like True Scary Stories, please do make sure to check out my other channel as The Raven Dreams, if you haven't already, where I do True Scary Stories, three times weekly,

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As The Raven Dreams Podcast - In Between The Static | #Creepypasta Narration

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