CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Ambulance F-283" Creepypasta

Episode Date: May 17, 2020

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I woke up around 4 in the morning To the sounds of my 11 year old daughter, Madison, screaming. My wife, Sarah, had just started to sit up in bed By the time I ripped open our bedroom door. My heart was racing. racing. In my panic, I had picked up my revolver from within my bedside table. Something was terribly wronged. Sarah began to cry out in terror behind me as I raced across the top floor of my house. I found Madison's door still shut from the night before. I gripped the doorknop and pushed

my way inside, nearly falling onto the floor as I did so. Madison was laid out on her bed, her covers bunched up in a pile on the floor. her hair was wet, as if it were covered in sweat. She was pressing hard against her stomach with both of her hands, screaming loudly. Maddie, what's wrong? I cried out, kneeling beside my daughter's bed. Daddy, please, help me!

She screamed, sobbing. Maddie began to roll around in pain. Sarah appeared in the doorway behind me. Oh my god, she said, entering the room. I looked over my eyes wide, watching as she stared at her daughter, she said, watching Sarah seem to understand my words the second time. My wife raced from the room, heading for a cell phone. I stood beside Maddie's bed, lifting my daughter into my arms. Maddie began to cry even harder, bearing her head into my shoulder. as she gripped her stomach.

just breathe, I said, carrying my daughter towards the staircase. Maddie continued as I moved her to the bottom floor of the house.

Sarah stood by the front door looking out the window as she talked on the phone. Yes, yes, my daughter, she just started screaming. I set Maddie down carefully on the couch,

kissing her on the forehead as she rolled over onto a side, screaming. into the couch cushions. Sarah had started to sob. She had never been very good at containing her emotions. Give me the phone, honey, I said, glancing back towards Maddie. Sarah handed me the phone, gasping between her sobs, and headed towards a living room. Hello? I asked, placing the cell phone up to my ear. "'Hello, the operator said. It was a woman.'

"'Are you the father?' "'Yes, looking back at my family.' Sarah knelt beside Maddie, her hand rubbing our daughter's shoulder. "'I'm going to need you to give me her address, sir,' the woman said, sounding amazingly calm for what was happening. That was a job, I suppose. But it still surprised me nonetheless. I told her at the end of the end of the big, just past the big, I said,

heading towards the living room. All right, the woman said, her mechanical keyboard clacking away in the background. An ambulance should arrive in just a few minutes. What exactly seems to be the problem? I rode my forehead, struggling to think over Maddie's screaming. I don't know, she's grabbing near her stomach.

Maybe it's her appendix or I don't really know. The woman continued to type away. Just tell your daughter, sir. Help is on the way. I know beside my daughter, her face contorted in immense pain. It's going to be okay, Maddie, okay? The doctors are coming, I said, brushing her black hair out from in front of her face.

She stared up with scared eyes as I stood back up, moving towards the front door. I could just make out the voice of the operator coming through the phone. over the sound of Maddie's screaming. The phone returned to my ear. Hello? Sir, the woman said, can you hear me? Yeah, I can hear you, I said, stepping out onto my front porch. Please remain on the line, the woman said. I'm sorry, I said, looking back into the house, I was just talking to my daughter. That's fine, sir, the woman said, helped you arrive in a few minutes. I rub my palm my forehead, listening to the early

air. I was certain I could hear the ambulance in the distance. I think I hear them. I'm sorry, the woman said, a brief pocket of static escaping from the speaker. I can hear the ambulance, I said, staring out into the trees through the house across the street. The flashing red lights of

an ambulance caught my eyes. "'Sir, the woman said, "'a continuous, "'hearing "'healcoholing, "'healonging, "'wintering as the static grew in volume. "'I lowered my phone, staring at it. "'I could still hear the white noise "'from where the phone hung near my waist. "'I cursed softly, hanging up the call "'and jogging down stairs as I made my way towards the street. "'I could see the ambulance now, as I could see the ambulance now, it turned onto my street. The ambulance parked in front of my house, the tires nearly screeching as the driver slammed on the brakes.

The vehicle was white, with a bright red stripe running horizontally across the side of it. The name of my city sat above the stripe. On the driver's door, in bold, black lettering, sat the vehicle's identification tag F-283. The back door of the ambulance swung open. A larger man jumped from the vehicle, landing on the asphalt. A thick, black beard hung down to his chest. Hello? The man said, stepping towards me. Thank you so much for coming so quickly, I said, moving towards the front door.

The man followed closely behind me. Of course, he said, nodding, bring me to your daughter. I nodded, pushing open my. front door. Sarah spun a look at me as I entered the house. A look of relief crossing her face. Maddie continues to cry loudly into the couch cushions. The doctors are here Maddie, I said, looking back at the man. He stood in the entryway of the living room, looking at my daughter. I stared at the man, frowning. What's the issue? Pick her up. Let's bring her to the vehicle, He said, unmoving. At the time, I found his speech odd. I didn't have time to think. I stepped into the

living room, lifting my daughter up off the couch. Maddy yelped in pain, returning her head to my shoulder. As I turned, I could see that the man had already begun to leave. I began to move towards the front door, afraid that I was hurting my daughter in the process. I stepped out under the very room. I stepped out under the front porch, noticing that the gurney behind the ambulance. I moved slowly down the steps, careful not to upset Maddie any further, and approached the vehicle. The man looked up at me as I approached. He reached out, helping me lower my daughter on the gurney. Maddie cried out in pain as she was set down, gripping her right side tightly. I watched as the man rolled the gurney up to the back of the ambulance, lifting it into the vehicle.

He stepped up into the back, looking towards me as he did so. I followed the man, placing my foot up onto the step and entering the ambulance. I knelt beside my daughter, lightly squeezing her hand. Her crying had softened in volume, but tears continued to pour from her eyes. You're going to be okay, baby. You're safe now, I said, repeatedly squeezing and relaxing my grip on her hand. Sarah stepped up stepping around the other side of the bed only one of you can ride in the back

the man said shaking his head are you serious Sarah shouted frowning we don't have time for this it's right Sarah I said giving my wife a look you're heading straight for the hospital right I asked looking at the man

he nodded in return I looked back to Maddie rubbing around gently "'Everything is going to be okay, "'Mama, "'I'm going to be right "'in the doctor will keep you safe,' "'I said, kissing her on the forehead.

"'I love you so much, Maddie. "'I love you too, Daddy,' she said, "'groning as another wave of pain "'passed through her body. "'I pushed myself to my feet, "'leaning across the bed to kiss Sarah "'before stepping out of the vehicle.' I landed on the asphalt, moving around to the vehicle.

my keys were in the house. I needed to go back in and grab them before I could do anything else. I looked to the driver's side window, nodding in appreciation of the driver. He turned to look at me, his round face covered by a thick black beard. I frowned, listening as the back door of the ambulance slammed shut. F-8-the-the-the-the-the-the-the-the-the-the-the-the-the-cerns blaring loudly. I groaned, pushing aside my fear. I had to focus. I needed to get to the hospital. I ran up to my front door, listening to the sirens as they began to fade away in the distance.

It was the worst time for me to have lost track of my keys. I fumbled around the house for what felt like several minutes, eventually finding them in the pocket. of the pair of the pair of the already checked once before. I groaned loudly in annoyance, heading back towards the front door. The sirens could still be heard. I swore that they sounded louder than they had before, but I knew that was impossible. I stepped outside, moving quickly towards my driveway. The car's headlights blinked as I unlocked the door. I would need to drive quickly, but I was sure I was sure I was the same time at the ambulance did if not just a few minutes after I pulled open the front door of my car

suddenly freezing in my focus state I hadn't realised just how close the sirens actually sounded I turned watching as an ambulance moved quickly down the street in the direction of my house The ambulance parked by my mailbox. The back door swung open, two men hopping out onto the street. They began to unload a gurney as the driver opened his own door, giving me a lock of empathy. Good morning, sir. Is your daughter just inside? I shook my head slowly, watching the men as they began to wheel the gurney up to my house.

What is this? The driver frowned. I'm sorry. Do we have the wrong house? The other men paused, looking towards me, as I began to stammer. I... my daughter just got picked up a few minutes ago. Picked up? He said, looking over at the other men. Did someone else bring her to the hospital instead? Yes, another ambulance, I said, leaning my arm against the roof of my car. The driver did not respond That doesn't sound right, he said.

He said, looking again, towards the other EMTs. Isn't that possible? I asked, looking wildly between the men. I was beginning to panic. Can't another ambulance just arrive before you guys? That happens, right? The man stared at the ground for a few seconds

before looking back up at me. Just give me a minute. let me go make a call, heading back, he said. I stood by my mouth, as the two EMTs to whisper to one another. Dredd had started to fill my gut. The police were unable to find the ambulance that took my daughter and wife from me. Every hospital in the area swears that there is no F-283 in service. The police seemed to want me to think that they believed me, but I knew that they didn't. It has been almost a year it happened. I live every day in emotional pain.

I've called for an ambulance six times in the past two months. I think that I believe I can find my family that way, but nothing is pointing me logically towards that being a fact. I might be losing it. The thought crossed my mind that perhaps the ambulance wouldn't come because I wasn't actually injured. Surely that couldn't be it, right? I'm sitting here now with my revolver just beside me

What's the worst that can happen Maybe I'll lose my foot completely I don't really care With a bullet in my foot Maybe the ambulance will return Maybe I'll be able to see my family again My sweet Maddie God I miss them both so much

I've missed around for far too long The police are no help anymore They really don't seem to care, I know. I just need to find them. I don't know who came to my or what they wanted, but I want you all to be careful. Those you trust may turn out to be the ones who wish to hurt you the most. And please, God, if your ambulance has the tag F-283,

Don't go inside of it.