CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "All the psychics want me dead" Creepypasta

Starting point is 00:00:01 The first time I went to a psychic, it was pretty much an accident. I was cutting down a side street in the city, when a rough, vaguely feminine voice called out to me from a recessed alcove I hadn't even noticed until I was jumping at the noise. When I looked over, I saw a big, heavyset woman wearing a long, bearded dress and a thick shawl. It was hard to say for sure, but I thought I spied a large and distended home.

Starting point is 00:00:31 hump beneath the trappings, but I wasn't about to stare, and she was already talking again. Tell your fortune, sir. I wanted to say no, but I wasn't pressed for time and felt embarrassed for maybe looking at a hump too long. So I nodded and walked over, taking a seat in the camp chair across a small wooden table when she jestered to it with a long-nailed hand. I asked her how it worked and she said she just needed five dollars and my palm. I gave her the money and extended my right hand, trying not to wince or pull away when she gripped my wrist tightly and pulled it closer. She looked at my palm, but the back of my hand too, studying it for more than a minute before she started sniffing it. She had a short stubby nose set in a round dinner plate of her

Starting point is 00:01:30 face, but she still managed to take in deep breaths and she pulled my outstress hand closer still. I was about to say something when she made a chuckling sound in the back of her throat and looked up at me. I'm sorry, but you'll be dead soon. I couldn't hide the shock in my voice. What? What are you talking about? That can't be what you see. Pursing her lips, she could. gave a massive shrug. It's the truth. Yank in my hand forward again, she ran a tongue across my palm, letting go, even as I let out a disgusted squawk. Yes, no doubt about it. Staggering up from the table, I wiped my hand on my jeans. Screw you, you creep. I should call the cops. I wasn't sure what I'd be

Starting point is 00:02:26 calling them for, but it sounded good at the time. The woman just stared at me, sadly. And after a moment of impotent frustration, I turned and strode away. I thought about the odd encounter throughout the day, but it wasn't until I was laying in bed that night that I started to really wonder and worry. Why would she say that? Assuming she was just a fake wanting to make money, wouldn't she be smarter to tell me happy things about how I was going to make money or find true love

Starting point is 00:03:01 and how, for just a few dollars more, she could find more details for me. But what if she was the real deal? I turned over, took in my pillow under my head angrily. That was stupid. There are no such things as real psychics. I was a sucker for ever going to one in the first place. And yet, three days later, I found myself, had another one. This one was in an upscale part of town

Starting point is 00:03:35 I'd been there to meet a blind date And when they texted me they had to cancel I decided to take advantage of where I was And eat at the restaurant I picked out anyway It was as I was heading back to the parking deck That I noticed the small but tasteful shop on the corner It said Tallulah's occult items and curiosities

Starting point is 00:03:58 And below that a small hand-painted sign added that tarot readings are available. I'd never been to a psychic before earlier in the week, but despite my declarations that all psychics were frauds, I still found myself worrying about the palm reader's death prophecy. After a moment of internal debate and external pacing, I decided to enter Tallulahs,

Starting point is 00:04:25 telling myself that it wasn't to get a second opinion, but only to reinforce to myself that it was all a sham. The interior of the shop was cluttered and dark, with neat shelves creating a maze to the back of the store where I saw a counter and register. The air smelled of sandalwood, and I found myself weirdly comforted by the banal quality of it all. I never been to a psychic in the past.

Starting point is 00:04:54 That was true. But I'd been in a few new-age shop, and this one looked more of the same. I was about to call out when a voice called to me from a curtain behind the counter. Back here, boy, glancing around for anyone else, I saw no sign of a customer or shopkeeper. They had to be talking to me, and I had no one else to talk to, so, sucking in a deep breath, I walked behind the counter and parted the curtain. The room beyond was more brightly lit by candles and a lamp standing atop a wooden sideboard

Starting point is 00:05:34 against the far wall. The rest of its surface were covered in various decks of what I assumed were tarot cards. But my gaze quickly travelled to the figure sitting at a large table, dominating the middle of the room. It was a lean-faced man, his age hard to gauge between the thick bush of his salt and pepper beard and the shadows cast by the hooded cloak he wore. Did all psychics in this town dressing costume? Stifling a laugh, I gave him an awkward smile. Are you Tallulah? His mouth twisting as though it tasted something sour. Tallulah is my mother. Glancing over to the sideboard,

Starting point is 00:06:20 he pointed at me and then one of the deck of cards. Bring those to me please. The ones are with the purple crane on the top. I followed his finger. My eyes landed on the deck right away. Scooping it up, I carried it over to the table and set it down like an offering. The man nodded and then looked up at me. Sit, boy, I can't do your reading with you looming there, can I? Oh yeah, sorry.

Starting point is 00:06:51 I pulled up the cushioned chair that was nearest my side of the table and waited, expect For his part, the man just stared at me for several moments, before smiling. First time, huh? I blinked. First? Oh yeah, first time. For Tara at least. He nodded and gestured to the purple crane deck.

Starting point is 00:07:17 Take the index finger of each hand and put them on the top of the cards and then slide the deck over to me. Then we can begin. Okay. I did so, and as soon as my fingers were lifted, he had scooped up the deck and was shuffling it one-handed with a degree of dexterity that made it look more like magic than just the display of skill. He cut the cards once, twice, and then shuffled again before pulling out an intricate pattern of face-down cards across the table. I thought he would go through each card individually with me, dramatically revealing them

Starting point is 00:07:56 one by one as he explained their meaning. Instead, he flipped them over quickly and without pause, glancing at each one before moving wordlessly onto the next. When he was done with the last, he looked up at me, the large nostrils of his long, hooked nose, flaring as he studded me in silence. What, what is it? He shook his head slightly.

Starting point is 00:08:24 I'm sorry, boy, but you're going to die. very soon. That night, I had a dream. In it, someone knocked in the door, but when I went to open it, no one was there. But after that, wherever I went in the house, I had this terrible feeling of dread, like someone was watching me, or something was coming that I couldn't stop. I remember that I searched the house but found nothing, and I was about to leave when I heard something above. I woke up shaking, and after I got myself together, I vowed I'd never visit another psychic. I just had to put it all behind me and stop freaking myself out. And that's exactly what I did

Starting point is 00:09:15 for the next few days. By the end of the week, I didn't think about the psychics as much, and I decided it was just some weird practical joke they were playing. It was true that the first had only gotten five bucks, and the other had never even been paid, but not everyone did stuff for money. Maybe they just enjoyed messing with people, and either way I was over it. And then today, I came home from work to find a beautiful young woman sitting in the middle of my hallway. Her face was breathtaking, with full red lips curving below a delicate nose and large eyes of deep blue. Though it was hot outside, she must have been freezing,

Starting point is 00:10:01 as she was bundled from head to toe in a mound of blankets so large I didn't know if I could even make it past her to the door of my apartment. Not that I wanted to. My heart quickened as she smiled at me, and I was about to introduce myself, offered to help, say anything to engage this magical creature further. When, the bottom. of the mound of blankets were heavily soiled and trailing from it, trickling towards me across

Starting point is 00:10:31 the uneven warp tile of the building's third floor was a small, meandering line of what looked like sewage. Gagging slightly, I took a step back. Was she sick? Oh, I heard the go-giggle. Tell your fortune, mister. I can read your aura for you. I looked up at her. My stomach still rolling from the growing stench when I saw something shift under the blanket. The girl saw where I was looking and smiled wider, her eyes looking bright and manic in the dim hallways light. I can see, I can see, yes, I see everything. Her expression fell from a two-cherry smile into an exaggerated pout as she looked up at me

Starting point is 00:11:22 with solemn eyes. I'm afraid You're going to die soon, mister I ran forward and leapt past her banging against the wall As I tried to avoid touching the woman I was terrified she'd reach out for me But she never did

Starting point is 00:11:40 And when I reached the end of the hall And looked back She was gone Shuddering I opened my door And fumbled my way inside Hand shaking so badly It took a couple of seconds Shutting the door back

Starting point is 00:11:53 And three tries to lock it again. I thought about telling someone, about everything that's happened, or asking for advice. But who would believe me? I don't understand what's happening, where these strange people are after me and what it all means, and I can't expect anyone else to either. In the end, I decided to write it down here, both as a record, and because maybe, when I can reread it, I'll find a way to either stop what's happening or come to realize that things are not what they seem to be. But just now, as I write this, I heard something. A stealthy sound, but definitely in here with me.

Starting point is 00:12:41 A few feet behind and high up if I had to guess. So, I'm turning on my webcam. It's all of them. It... They are perched up in the corner of the room, their twisted collection of flesh and limbs and hair. heads, all one horrific mass, like a writhing mound of pink mould against the far wall. I see the chubby arm of the dinner plate face of the fat woman that licked my hand,

Starting point is 00:13:09 the bony wrist of the gaunt countenance of the bearded man who read my taro, and the delicate fingers of the beautiful lady, rubbed into the befouled filth that drips from their belly, and sucked clean between a bright teeth and rose-colored lips. Her head is in the centre of the three-storbed. clock like necks that protrude from the nightmare biomass they all share. And when she meets my eyes on the camera, she extends her face out another foot closer before giving me a gruesome, grimy smile.

Starting point is 00:13:44 She says it's time. I'm too scared to move or turn around, too scared to do anything, as I watch the camera, watch them crawl after their place on the wall on three misshapen legs. I'm begging them to stop, to let me go. They all just start laughing, pulling a table out of the way as they hobbled toward me. The sound they make is terrible. Oh God.

Starting point is 00:14:14 Please help me.

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "All the psychics want me dead" Creepypasta

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