CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "A Meteor Crashed Outside My House. Whatever is Inside of It Is Still Alive" Creepypasta

Episode Date: September 27, 2020

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I had been sitting on the edge of my bed, head in hands, when the still night sky was cleaved by a white light that streaked across the sky before impacting a few kilometres away from my house into a nearby field, scattering the grazing herd. The resulting aftershock rippled through the corn stalks, being powerful enough to send me rolling onto the floorboards. I stared up at the ceiling,

the pounding off my heart, deafening any other thoughts in my head. After rediscovering my feet, I wasted no time in going outside to investigate. The piling eviction notices on the welcome mat crinkling beneath my feet as I rushed out the front door. Excitement and fear pounded through me with each hoffing step I took. Most meteors burned up in Earth's atmosphere, let alone in rural Iowa when nothing ever happened was unprecedented.

I followed the scorched trail of Earth where it had skidded along, stumbling over flaming blades of grass beneath my feet. I skidded to a halt, finding myself on the precipice of a smoking crater, about six foot in diameter. A few cows crowded curiously around it, the fire flickering in the vacant black eyes like burning coals. The forces of gravity pushed down on my back, with my outstretched arms being the only thing keeping me from plunging in. There, at the very centre, lay the shooting star. It wasn't at all what I expected. It was an obsidian black orb, the size of a basketball, with a smooth, almost polished exterior,

which I saw my own darkened reflection blink back at me from. There wasn't even the slightest scratch from its rapid descent through space and crash landing. It gleamed up at me like an exposed pearl, pried from the ridged moor of a shell. Looking down at it, I realized the insanity of my current situation. What was I doing? I glanced down at the glowing screen of my phone, which I'd used to guide myself through the pitch black, wondering who to call. The police, fire crews, the military, the news? Images of green army trucks and khaki-clad soldiers and scientists filing out the probe every inch of my home made my throat constrict.

Still, the value of this thing couldn't be underestimated. Any undamaged meteorite had to be at least a million dollars, enough for me to keep my home and buy two new ones. I picked up a splintered shadow fence and gave it a cautious jab trying to roll it closer to where I was standing which elicited a metallic clink A jagged crack appeared vertically up the spear face of the object And it snapped in two My heart shrivelled in my chest

My hopes vanishing before my very eyes The two halves clattered aside Revealing a pulsating, fleshy mass That had been concealed within somewhere between plant and animal. It shifted under the glaring spotlight emanating from my phone, bristling tendrils and firling outwards. Amid to my shock. It spoke to me.

Help, despite his lack of eyes or any other earthly feature, I knew it was looking at me. Help, hungry, consume. Fear lays this. plaintiff, fragmented pleas. It was a lone life form, displaced light years onto a tiny, backwards a planet in some insignificant galaxy, without family or a home,

just like I soon would be. Whatever it was, it needed me. I slid down into the crater, landing just a few feet away from where it was wriggling around. Pulling off my jacket, I bundled it into it, safe from the prickling night chill. Noticing the hose coiled on the ground like a python

slithering over the gravel, I whipped it up. Laying the swaddling entity on the ground, I soaked it. The tendrils that trailed out curled inward, engorging as they absorb the water. Hungry! It whined inside my head. It wasn't enough.

Ignoring its body, soaking through my clothes, I wrenched open the groaning doors of the vast red barn, my eyes scanning around for anything that might be considered proper sustenance. Half buried in the hay was a bright green bottle of plant formula. I hurriedly snatched off the ground and raised it towards the creature that I cradled in my arms. Its face unfolded,

green prickly flesh splitting apart into fleshy red pet-like segments to reveal a sucker-like opening. In the centre of its face, which I took to be a mouth. I held the tip into it, its tense form relaxing as it began to suck. As I held it, it dawned on me how bizarre it must have looked to any outside observer,

the human feeding the alien like some bizarre mockery of parents and child. The worn floorboards of the old farmhouse had once resounded with the running feet and ringing laughter of children, among which had been my own. It had always been a secret dream for my parents to raise my own family there, as our family had done for generations. but I had always preferred my own company to that of others. When I had inherited the farm, it had become my haven from the outside world. I had resigned myself to a life spent alone.

I never thought that I would need anyone. But this night had made me reconsider that notion. It let out a warbling hum of satisfaction, a pitch that vibrated through my own body and made my eyelids heavy. I held it close to my chest, determined to share my body heat with it. It made me realize how long it had been since I had been close to somebody. As the escaping sunlight wore my cheek through the overhead cracks in the supporting beams, I became aware of a sudden torteness around my waist.

As my scattered mind tried to recall whether I'd put on a belt, I looked down and saw a thick green tendril wrapped around me. The thing had doubled in size. now about five feet in length. The root-like vines, which sprouted from its body, had unfurled even longer than that, digging under the earth. The sight of it filled me with a strange sense of fear and pride. A gurgle from my stomach reminded me of my own needs.

I headed back inside the house to get breakfast, but before I could even open the doors, I found myself jerked back with surprising force. Glancing down, I saw a prickly tindril, held around my ankle. Stay, it crooned. Sighing, I lifted my leg up to distangle myself from its grasp. Don't worry, I'll be back soon, I promise.

It seemed to understand, the appendage sliding back into the darkness to join the multitude of others that sprouted from its cephalopodic body. Inside, I milled over a soggy bowl of cereal, wondering what to do next. I flicked through another year. yellow page of the ancient botany book I discovered in the attic. My eyes scoured over the illustrations trying to find something even

remotely like the life form that had taken up residence in the barn. But my every effort was fruitless. There was nothing like it. Nothing on earth that was. Still, I picked up enough to know that it was siphoning off the energies of the earth

like all plants did. But it had no place in our ecosystem. It was an invader, a parasite. But it was ignorant of the morality our civilization operated by. A starving man couldn't be blamed for stealing food to

support his family. My kind would know better, raising the world under the pretense of industry and progress. The frigid milk droplets soaking through the front pocket of my shirt jolted me back to reality, gazing down at the spoonful that I'd been holding for the past five minutes.

Its wriggling body flashed through my mind, I wondered what it compelled me to care about something that wasn't human. The long dormant, rational part of myself still hissed inside me to destroy it, but it felt like those tendrils had buried inside me as it had done into the earth, tethering our existences together. All it wanted was a home, just as much as I did. Gilt slid in like a needle being inserted into my body. I knew I couldn't give it the home it wanted.

It was a fragile one for both of us, one that would be shattered any day now. I hurriedly swallowed it and rushed back outside to attend to my new guest, shifting those thoughts to the recesses of my mind. Hey, buddy, I panted as I wrenched up to the door. How are you holding up? The bulbous head wrenched up in my direction. Its spiny roots had extended even further, lining the weathered interior of the structure,

where they webbed outwards into smaller veins that bathed the barn in a faint blue bioluminescence. Consume, it moaned. I know, I know, I muttered. Here, let me get the hose and fill you up, okay? Just as I was about to refill it, there was a rustle of straw. A tiny chocolate-brown field mouse timidly scurried out of its hiding place at the far corner of the barn.

Its nose twitched in the air trying to process its changing surroundings As it bounced forth in search of food to eat One of the nearest tendrils Wipped forward and snatched it into the air A moment so rapid That it took me a few seconds for my still groggy brain To process what it just happened

It slithered tighter around its tiny body Enough to elicit the crackle of bone The mouse's pain squeaks grew shriller Still wriggling as it was dragged to the the lifeworm's mouth. The visceral red opening was slick with a pearlescent fluid which soaked through the wood as if salivating

in anticipation. The mouse plunged, shrieking into the abyss. The sizzle of its skin filled the air, along with a nostril curling odor of burnt fur as it was slowly digested alive. The screams of the rodent reached an unnatural pitch, which forced me to clap

my hands over my ears in a futile attempt to block it out. Once the cacophony subsided, the creature's head dropped. Two shorter tentacles folded over its torso as it gave a rumbling churn of satisfaction, leaving me standing there, frozen in disgusted fascination. A newspaper article about a mouse-eating plant found in the Philippines dredged itself up from the sea of memory. The picture that had accompanied the text had been a scarlet red picture, one that had been filled with digestive enzymes that would dissolve the bones of any small,

small, unwary creature, unfortunate enough to clamber in and become trapped. Cannibalistic plants existed, but I'd never seen one in action. And this thing didn't have the assurance of documentation. What if its diet extended beyond small rodents? It sensed my rising panic. One of the longer tendrils, about six feet, snaked at my body to caress my cheek. The wet bristles that lined it plugged against the harsh stubble of my cheek. No, no, it hissed.

You stay. Anything resembling fear drained from my body. The simple act of affection made my knees buckle. I couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched me like that. I grasped at it, determined to keep it close. We needed each other. That was our actual existence for the next few days. feeding it, talking and relishing in each other's company.

Its growth continued, unhindered, spread outward like some rapidly expanding starfish. I knew that it was becoming too big to hide and that others were unlikely to be as accommodating as I had been. They wouldn't understand. They never did. The thoughts of prying, ignorant eyes, falling and my only joy in life made me burn with rage and dread. I wished that the rest of the world would vanish. leaving us to live out the rest of our lives in our isolated paradise. Then came the inevitable knock on the door. The smile fell from my face when I heard it.

I had started towards the house with a life form whining in protest as I retreated. I pursed the finger to my lips and shushed it, afraid the noises would draw someone near. He was already huffing on the doorstep once I opened the door, a paunching middle-aged man in an immaculately, tailored white suit, a black bowlero half buried under his jowls. His thinning black hair was slick into an oily comb over, his face half-shaded beneath the wide-brimmed imitation cowboy hat he had on. He was red-faced from a mixture of relentless sun and the exertion of having to walk five feet

from his awaiting limousine to ring my doorbell. The closest he'd probably ever come to a rodeo was in the spectator seat, wolfing down butter-soaked popcorn. He sneered down at me behind the dark aviator sunglasses he was wearing. He had hounded me relentlessly over the past few months to the point that his name was enough to make me seethe with rage. Ellison Ruckman, as it had been printed on the business card, he shoved into my face when we first met. The biggest name in property in the entire state.

Lovely morning, isn't it? He drawled, dabbing the beads of sweat that rolled down his forehead. perfect for a little chat. With his sleazy smile, he extended a clipboard out towards me, while clicking a pen in his other hand. This is my final offer, Mr. Parker.

It's a tidied little sum. I think even you'll have to agree with that. Enough to buy you a nice little condo somewhere in the sun instead of sweltering out in the middle of goddamn nowhere. He roared with a laugh at his own joke, belly shaking as he wiped a dismissive finger down the pain of the adjacent window. It was in this moment I seriously considered slamming the door on his foot, but managed to restrain myself.

Like I've said before, Mr. Ruckman, this house isn't for sale. No amount of money in the world will ever take it off my hands, I stated. The corners of Ruckman's shark-like grin curled inward into an irritated frown while still trying to appear congenial. You're a stubborn man, Mr. Parker, he muttered. I only want what's best for this community. Can't you see that? Why do you insist on making things so difficult for yourself? Just sign right here and all of your troubles would be gone.

The other farming families in the area had already given in to his offers and had long since sold their properties and moved far away. This land had been toiled over by almost five generations of my family. There was no way I would let him raise over all our progress so that he could build a shopping mall. He'd already harassed my poor parents into an early grave, time had only given me more to protect. I couldn't let him destroy whatever was inside the barn.

Deep down, I knew Ruckman had already won. When you were a man of his wealth, you could buy the world six times over. It was only a short matter of time before the bulldozers would roll up to my property. He seemed to realize this too. His mouth pressed up in a smug satisfaction. A low rumble nearly knocked us both of our feet. The pen had been gripping in his sausage-like fingers bounced from his grasp and rolled out underneath the porch. Rookman dazily staggered upwards, squinting around.

His shade slid down his squat, potato-like nose, revealing eyes with wide terror as he stared behind the house. What the hell? The wooden walls of the barn groaned as they buckled outward under the rapidly expanding life form within. After straining for a few more minutes, they felt. finally surrendered to the deep cracks. They exploded, showering us with wooden shrapnel. The six-foot splinter landed

just two feet away from Rockman, almost skewering his skull. He cowered into a quack and squat like a cockroach recoiling within its exoskeleton. The pulsating mass swelled to its zenith, then split open into four vast,

fleshy red petals that draped over the jagged sides of the ruined structure, casting a shadow that enveloped us both in the surrounding 200 acres. The developer, his white suits saturated and sweat, tried to make a run for it, only for a tingle 20 feet long to wrap around his thick waist

and pull him screaming into the sky, where he was dropped into its massive moor. Familiar screams and hissing filled the air, which was broken by the shrieking of tires as his terrified chauffeur sped off down the dirt track, kicking up rapidly dissipating clots of dirt in his wake. A deep sonorous groan rose from the centre Like some demented whale song

They vibrated through the ground beneath my feet A dark fog burst upward from its centre Spreading through the atmosphere Until no trace of blue sky was visible anymore As I squinted through the black I saw the millions of tiny particles teeming within it Spores They would be scattered on the rising winds

to all the corners of the earth, ready to see themselves and sprout more of its kind in the world that would rise to wrestle this planet from the destructive species that ruled it. In the absence of humanity, Earth would bloom. This land was ours now, and no one would ever take it away from us.