CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "A New House Appeared in the Neighborhood" Creepypasta

Episode Date: October 21, 2020

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com. B.E. Mount Harmon is where I've lived my whole life, where I tell this tale from my childhood. It's one of these small towns in New England where everybody knows each other, the kind of place that looks like it hasn't changed in 50 years. The biggest attraction is the gas station where most people buy their groceries as well as gossip about the residents. You get the idea. There's not much going on here.

Anyway, it was really weird when a new neighbor showed up. Not a person, mind you. an entire house. It just showed up out of nowhere. Mrs. Danforth was the first one to notice, naturally, as it was suddenly right next door to her. She called Sheriff Franklin, and once people saw the sheriff heading over towards a road,

everybody knew something was going on up there. Vinny, my older brother, was the one who told me about it. Ricky, Franklin just rolled up to the Danford Road. You want to come check it out? I did. It beat whatever my. my numbing thing I'd been doing. We grabbed our bikes and made our way up the hill.

My brother and I figured one of the Danforth's had died. They were quite old. Hey, where did that come from? I nearly crashed into Vinny as he braked abruptly, seeing the house that had never been there before. We both sat with our mouths hanging open. The sheriff's cruiser was parked on the other side of the road. The Danforth stood, talking with him on their porch,

all three peering at the new house in front of the house. fear. It was large, three stories, with a long curved driveway that led to a barn beside it. Despite being a new structure, the house itself looked like it had been sitting there for about 200 years. The paint was deteriorating, the porch sagged and the upstairs windows looked like they were cracked. We watched the sheriff go timidly up to the end of the driveway, ducking low and trying to look through the windows. By now, more people had joined us at what seemed like a safe distance from it. Other kids from the middle school gathered around us where we had parked. A few speculated on what the house could be. It's a ghost house, no doubt, Donny Maren said, his confidence selling

his theory to a few onlookers who nodded in agreement. Nah, it can't be a ghost house, it's solid, plain to see us you and I. Tim Desmond pitched his opinion in. Yeah, well then, how did it get here? Donny asked, folding his arms and wrinkling his nose at Tim. They glared at each other. Maybe it was invisible, Tim Farley retaliated, folding his arms as well. That's stupid, then somebody would have crashed into it. Their debate got rather heated. It seemed that no one really knew what to do about it. Franklin and Deputy Revis brought down caution tape and roadblocks. It wasn't reassuring to see the way they kept a close watch on the house the whole time, neither daring to put the tape on the structure. They clobesion. They

closed down the entire road instead, keeping everyone from getting near it. Not that anyone dared to. A town meeting was scheduled to decide how to proceed. For the first time in my life, I wished I was allowed to attend, opting to listen crouched down by the window instead. We weren't the only kids who made their way to hear the outcome. Donnie and Tim were there, along with about half our middle school. The meeting was long, involved a lot of shouting, caused tension between family,

and in the process gave all us middle schoolers reason to pick on each other for where our families aligned themselves. It was a thrilling thing to be spying on, in other words. They ended up forming two sides, one that thought the house should be demolished, or the other half said it should be left alone. There were various reasons for either side. I was curious how our parents would vote, not hearing their voices arguing along with the rest. As people started to make their way through the doors, we all fled, trying to act like we'd been playing pickup ball.

Grim-faced parents called on us to go home. So, how are you going to vote, Pop? Vinny couldn't wait any longer when we crossed the front threshold, Patrick my father, before he had slipped his shoes off. He looked at Vinny and I and simply pointed upstairs. This was his way of letting us know he would be talking to our mother in private. We ran up the steps,

both shoving each other for the best spot on the top of the stairs to hear down into the living room. As usual, Vinny one and cupped his ear. I found myself holding my breath, eager to hear what my father had to say. It would probably be safer to leave it, when mother decided to start the conversation after a long spell of silence. How do we know it isn't dangerous keeping it up? The discussion was less exciting than we had hoped,

but it ended with my father's saying he thought it should be demolished, and if it came to it, he would help take it. it down. My mother said she wished he wouldn't. We had a quiet dinner that evening. Our parents sent us the bed earlier than usual after. I tapped on Finney's door when I heard snoring coming from the master bedroom. He let me in, shutting the door quickly. I could already tell he was eager to discuss something. We should go look at it, right now, he whispered excitedly. I wasn't entirely surprised to hear him say this, but my stomach was already filling with butterflies of the prospect.

Vin, what if we get caught? I was trying to reason. The argument was shaky, though. We were seasoned veterans at leaving our house at night. Benny scoffed, putting his sweatshirt over his head. He started tying his laces. It seemed I had little chance of persuading him not to go. Don't tell me you're going to wuss out.

He looked at my nervous posture. I bit my lip. I knew it was a bad idea. But I didn't want him to go by himself, though. No, I'll get ready, I said, regretting it immediately. I went back to my room and got dressed, then met Vinny by the back door. We grabbed our bikes out of the yard and peeled up the hill. Vinny was eager to get there, going extra fast.

I, on the other hand, felt like each pedal was putting me closer to certain death. Once we got to the roadblock Finney parked his bike next to it and left me behind, making his way up to the driveway. I glanced up at the house. In the dark, it looked all the more menacing,

hostile even. I shuddered, hoping that we wouldn't be staying long. Finney had his toes at the bottom of the driveway, staring up at the house with a longing look. This is as close as anybody has gotten, he said softly.

He was right. Not even our sheriff had been where he was. I couldn't bring myself to stand next to him. Something primal told me not to. He stared at the house for a long time, inching his toes a bit further into the driveway every now and then. Once his heels were completely across, I got nervous.

Finney, let's go. It's late. This isn't a good idea. We have school tomorrow. He finally. turned away from the house, addressing me with disdain. Fine, but we're going to come back. This is important stuff, man. It's like we're exploring the moon.

The next day, the school was a buzz. The only topic was the house. Even the teachers got into our debates. The votes were to be tallied the next day to see what to do with the house itself. After last bell, I made my way over to the bike rack to meet Vinnie, unsurprised to find him bragging

about our midnight excursion to Donnie and a few other eighth graders. Is he full of it or what? Danny asked when he saw me coming up. I shook my head. No, we really went to see it, I replied. Donny spit on the ground and addressed Vinny. I call BS.

There's no way you went to the drive. Let's see you do it again. Vinny rose to the challenge, eager to prove to Donny he wasn't afraid. Okay, Danny, meet me tonight. I'll show you. Be there at midnight. He told him.

That night, I waited for Vinny to signal to me that it was time. When he came to get me, I tried to convince him to bail. He wasn't having it. No way, and have Donnie tell everyone I was too afraid to meet him? Uh-uh. Plus, what if they bulldoze it down? Don't you want to be able to say that you were brave enough to go up to it? It didn't really matter to me.

I was only feeling dread at the prospect of returning. Again, I found myself being dragged along, not wanting Vinny to be there alone in case Donnie didn't show. As we got to the roadblock, I could see Donnie's silhouette and somebody else parked beside him. As we got closer, I realised it was Tim. I told him we were going. He wanted to come too. Donnie gestured to Tim.

I was kind of glad to have more people around this time. I hadn't liked the way Vinny was looking at the house last time. He made me think I might have to drag him away from it. The more than merrier, hey? All right, Donnie, watch and learn. Donny strode toward the driveway nonchalantly as we watched from the road. I held my breath as Vinny went even further than he had the night before. He went up the drive about 12 paces, then turned around, facing us with a huge grin on his face.

Tim clapped sarcastically. Vinny took a bow and ran back over to us. All right, so I guess you're not so full of crap. Donnie relented, but I can do better than that. He marched up to the driveway, taking a nervous glance at the house before he ran up just ahead of where Vinny had stopped. Tim clapped again. Donnie flipped us off before he came back over.

My stomach was churning, feeling that we were really pushing our luck. Vinny was mad that Donny had outdone him, saying he would do better than that. I begged him not to, making myself look like a wimp. but I was finally able to prime away Hey Vinnie Maybe leave the baby at home next time Donny said Climbing on his bike

And taking off down the hill with Tim Vinny gave me a lot of crap the whole way home Saying that I cost him a victory I didn't care The new rivalry made me feel nauseous I knew nothing good could come of it The next day we had the outcome of the vote at noon Which ended in dramatic fashion

Mrs. Danforth had begged the town to leave the structure up, saying she thought demolishing it would only release whatever was held within onto the world. She shocked everybody by saying that they were moving out, going a county over and leaving the house for the last 50 years, and the town they had lived in their whole lives. About 20 people pitched in to help them load up. Then they were gone, Mrs. Danforth weeping as they rode away. The only thing this meant to Vinnie was that he could now very,

to the mysterious house whenever he felt like it, without anybody around to see him. He and Donnie up the ante when they all met up to play the game again. They had a wooden chip that was painted blue on one side and red on the other. After they argued over who got to pick the colour first, Donnie ended up with red and Vinny with blue. They would place the chip at their feet, leaving their colour right side up until the other person came to pick it up and walk it further.

The first day we used the chip, Vinny made it halfway to the barn. Donnie claimed he had something to do when it was his turn, opting to call it quit at that point. Every time he went, he would go a little further, able to be Donnie by a few feet. Tim and I were there, only to be witnesses, it seemed. Some words circulated about the game they were playing, but even though Vinny was prone to bragging, he realized if he confirmed it, somebody would put a stop to it. Donnie was just as tight-lipped, surprisingly. The game continued.

Vinnie, now only a few steps away from the barn. Every piece of me told me to stop him, to prevent him from going any further. But some morbid curiosity would overcome me, wondering if my brother may just prove to us the house was ordinary after all. As he smugly placed the chip down and strode back to us, Donny was scowling. He looked like he was ready to prove something,

All right, Vin, get your notebook out for this one, he taunted. He chugged to where the chip was resting, but unlike they had done up to that point, he tossed it up towards the front porch. It landed with the blue side up, just below the steps. Tim and I exchanged looks. Vinny's expression didn't change. Donnie chuckled as he walked back, bumping into Vinny on purpose. I changed the rules.

Whoever side at Lansdown has to walk to that spot now. He said. Vinny looked like he was going to war as he made his way toward the chip. I put myself in front of him. Vinny, please, don't, I begged. He shoved me aside. His eyes were focused on the porch, barely registering me. You know I have to, was all he said, continuing on his way.

It was nerve-wracking to watch him go. Each step he got closer, we grew more tense. Even Donnie began to second-guess himself. Hey, Vinnie, let's just get another thing to mock with. I think this might be a bad call, he shouted to no avail. Vinny had let this thrill become an obsession. There was no stopping him. Finally, he was bending down to pick up the chip.

He held it high for us to see before he placed it on the top step, blue side up. We left after that, silently processing the last round. Vinny had purposefully called on himself to go up the steps. It seemed he no longer had anything to prove to Donnie or anybody else. He was caught up in the rush he got from it. He came to me that night with an idea. I'm going in next time, he said.

It didn't surprise me, but I found tears running down my cheeks. I know nothing I said would make a difference. I nodded my head. I'm going to Tyrope. to my waist. If anything goes wrong, you guys can just pull me back out, he continued. I fell asleep crying that night, not knowing how to stop what I feared would happen tomorrow. Tim and Donnie were waiting for us the next day, gravely silent, waiting for Vinny to address them. He tied the rope and explained what he wanted them to do, asking me to be at the front line.

Vinny, I love you, I whispered, trying not to cry. To my surprise, Donny and Tim were also misty-eyed, clapping Vinny on the back and wishing him good look. Vinny looked at us fondly, giving me a hug before turning away. I watched the rope uncoil by my feet until there was nearly nothing left. Vinny was on the top step. He looked back at us, then reached for the door. I wanted to scream at him to stop, to turn back and take me home, beg him to read me stories out of his favourite books

to ruffle my hair to flash me his wicked smile. But I couldn't. Some part of me had to know, just like he did, what this house was. I tightened my grip on the rope as he pushed the batter door open, revealing the dark entryway. He was there for a few seconds.

Then he disappeared from view. The rope nearly escaped from me, something had yanked all three of us forward, into the driveway. I kept my feet dug into the dirt, but it was no use. Whatever I had a hold of Vinny was taken us all with him.

My hands were being ripped apart. Tim and Donny were screaming behind me, all of us still keeping the rope in our grasp, despite the agony. I was wailing, barely able to breathe from the exertion and terror. We were heading at the front steps with alarming speed.

My heels left the ground, and I tried brazing myself against the steps, pushing back with everything I had. By then, Tim had let go, screaming at Donny and I to do the same. I flew upwards, smashing my knees and shins into the splintered wooden steps, being dragged to the doorway. I let out a cry of despair, fear, rage. I let go just before I was pulled to the dark entryway, falling to the porch and rolling to my feet, desperate to catch a glimpse of what was happening inside. I would never get one.

The loop that had been tied around Vinny's waist was tossed out at me, the door slamming shut immediately after. In my shock, I lay down, unable to comprehend what had happened. Donnie ran up the steps and pulled me to my feet, taking me down the steps and away from whatever was in that house. The rest is a blur. I made it home. Tim and Donnie had to retell what had happened up there.

I was too shocked to speak. I moved into the old Danford house when I got older. I didn't buy it, it wasn't for sale, but nobody was going to stop me from living there. I spent my nights on the porch, looking into the upstairs window. My brother, staring back, surrounded by darkness.

Not a day older, than the last time I saw him.