CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Burned Alive or Buried Alive. If You Had to, Which Would You Choose" Creepypasta

Starting point is 00:00:01 Burned alive and buried alive the two worst fates for any living creature that I could ever possibly imagine If forced were the choice Which would you pick? Unbearable physical agony or extreme mental torture The most excruciating pain imaginable or the utmost form of horror that the human mind is capable of conceiving Up to a few years ago I didn't know either Why would you even consider it if not forced to? Well one day

Starting point is 00:00:31 I found out which I choose. A day so dreadful that there's no adjective in the English language strong enough to properly convey the horror of it. A day so awful that I struggled just to recall it. I hate the choice but upon me.

Starting point is 00:00:47 Here is what happened. Years ago, I bought my first home. Being an overall fan of the macabre and living in rural New England, I decided on a nearly ancient American colonial style home, reminiscent of something out of a Nathaniel Hawthorne or Arthur Miller story, it was the product of a bygone era.

Starting point is 00:01:10 Though it was built in the 1800s, as the cliche goes, it had good bones and had been fairly well maintained considering its age. That being said, it still needed some work. A few weeks after closing, while fixing some of the faulty old wiring in the basement, I came across a centrist-old drain set into the stone flooring. It was maybe three feet in diameter and cut. covered with a heavy iron gate that was worn with many decades worth of rough brown corrosion. It resembled the entrance to a dungeon.

Starting point is 00:01:41 Like I mentioned, I have a curiosity for all the dark and morbid elements of the world. Fines like this were the exact reason I wanted this house, so I decided to have a closer look at the forgotten thing. I laced my fingers through the dirty old grate and gave it a firm pull. It opened with a paint and rusty cry. I gazed down into the hole. A faint, acreed stink arose from his depths. It was as dry as old bone and quiet as a crypt.

Starting point is 00:02:11 I assumed due to the home's location on the side of the small hill that the basement had once been prone to flooding and that modern technological developments had rendered that like so many other things in this place, a relic of the past. I poked my head a little farther in and looked into the deep, dark recesses of the ancient plumbing. I could make out just the faintest bit of light at the far end. I went out in the yard and found the outlet hidden deep in the thicket of tangled brush.

Starting point is 00:02:39 Evidently lacking access to chicken mesh, someone had covered it with a makeshift criss-crossing a merciless-looking barbed wire, apparently to keep any unwanted creatures from crawling in during the night. I thought that whomever had done so had made a smart choice. The pipe looked nearly big enough for a person to squeeze through. A few months later, I was back working in the basement. The previous owner had left boxes upon boxes of yellow dog newspapers, books and other forms of age literature stacked under the stairs. I wanted to move out what I could as they were taking up a lot of valuable storage space and were a possible fire hazard,

Starting point is 00:03:18 especially under the dry, splintering wood of the basement rises. Honestly though, I really wanted to look through them to see what sort of curious volumes might be hidden within the dusty mound. About 30 minutes into my task, I'd sifted. it through and moved about five of the boxes without finding anything of much interest. In the sixth box, however, I came across a strange volume bound in worn leather that looked like it must be older than the house itself. It had the words Kidab Alkanus embossed on the cover and was written in what appeared to be Arabic, though I'm no linguist. There were English translations or notes of some sort written in the margins. They seemed to say something about the locations

Starting point is 00:04:00 of lost and hidden treasures. This was exactly the kind of thing I was looking for. Excited by my find, I moved out from under the stairs in search of better lighting to read it by. I went over to a large floodlight and left in the basement from a previous project and flicked it on. The decrepit wiring running under the stairs sparked violently. I spun quickly, and, in doing so,

Starting point is 00:04:24 tripped and fell backwards. By the time I got up, the sparks had already lit a fire in the stacks of boxes that stood nearly. a meter high. It was licking and biting at the withered stairs like the jaws of a hungry animal. In hindsight, at this very moment, I should have sprinted through the flames to safety. Whatever burns I would have suffered would have paled in comparison to the trauma I was doomed to endure by staying put. But, like they say, hindsight is 2020. Instead, I sat frozen in shock of the sight in front of me.

Starting point is 00:04:58 When I snapped out of it, I looked around. frantically for any sign of something to douse the flame with, but of course it was nothing. Nobody thinks they keep a fire extinguisher in the basement. The blaze rose higher, engulfing the staircase and spreading around the door jam at the top like some sort of hellish decoration. I tried desperately to hold back panic and think of a way out. My basement had no windows and no hatchway either. Then the fire spread to the exposed fiberglass insulation in the ceiling.

Starting point is 00:05:28 It jumped from section to section like a stone skimed. skipping across a pond. The air became thick with the baking heat. The sound of the flames crackling was now constant and unrelenting. Smoke was already filling up the already close air, curling and twisting through the space. Every breath I took tasted of hot ash. I finally decided my only hope was the sprint of the stairs, through the inferno and pray my injuries weren't life-threatening.

Starting point is 00:05:54 Thoughts of pink, stinging burns, blisters, wet peeling flesh and skin grafts flashed in my mind. hesitated. I tried to still my nerves against it all. Then, the staircase collapsed. I drew back against the concrete wall behind me, hoping for a respite from the sudden gust of fiery air that followed. It didn't help.

Starting point is 00:06:16 It was like standing too close to a bonfire, but with no way to back up. I looked up at the doorway, the threshold is 15 feet up and surrounded by flame. I moved away along the wall, desperately searching for any relief from the hill. heat and smoke. Everything was on fire now. I could barely see. My eyes burned and every breath choked my lungs. I was beginning to feel light-headed and nauseous. I was going to die down here,

Starting point is 00:06:43 asphyxated and burned alive. I prayed to God to feel as little as possible. I got down to my stomach hoping to delay the inevitable. My hands felt cold metal on the floor. I heard it grind and shift with my movement. My fingers slipped to the inner elongated holes. I was lying on top of the drain. My heart jumped and then immediately dropped to the pit of my stomach. I had a way out, but he meant squeezing through hundreds of feet of suffocating underground tunnel. I pulled it open and he gave that same rusty cry from before. I put my head inside. The air felt cool and fresh compared to the basement.

Starting point is 00:07:24 I looked at the speck of light way down in the darkness. It looked miles away. I tried pushing myself inside. My shoulders pressed against the sides of the drain, pinning my arms tightly to my sides. Clostrophobia hit me like an electric shock. I scrambled back up immediately. I couldn't do this. It was so narrow. I would get stuck in the windpipe and slowly dying there, deep under the earth.

Starting point is 00:07:51 I sobbed and cried out in utter despair. The fire was closing in around me. I could barely breathe anymore. The heat was like being in an oven, like baking to death. I felt flames licking my back and I jumped forward. Fire burnt the skin of my face. I pulled back. I had nowhere left to go.

Starting point is 00:08:11 Without stopping to think any further, I shoved my body headlong into the hole. I wriggled like a worm, the flames burning my feet and legs, giving me the dearly needed motivation to move forward. My arms were pinned to my sides again. Because of the ill shape of the drain. I had to go in upside down. It was like being trapped in a coffin. It was like being stuck in a cave miles below the earth's surface.

Starting point is 00:08:37 Dread and anxiety like I've never felt before consumed me. I wriggled and squirmed and kicked. I moved mere centimetres with each desperate effort. The sides of the pipe clenched around me like a fist. Every move felt like it would wedge me hopelessly in the pipe. In my position, I couldn't even see where I was going. I had no idea how much progress I was making, if I was even getting closer to the opening. The darkness was total.

Starting point is 00:09:06 I sobbed and screamed and squirmed further, scraping my skin on the rough sides of the dried of bold pipe. My mind was pure panic now. I pushed with my legs all I could, but I only had room to lift my knees a few inches. I struggled wildly to keep moving, the sides of the cylinder grinding against my shoulders and hips. My manic breathing and hopeless cries echoed deafeningly in the pipe. Then I came to a rise. I could feel it like a ridge under my back. The build-up of cindures of rock-hard mineral deposits

Starting point is 00:09:38 created a stalemite-like formation underneath me that gradually rose up the side to the passage. I kept pushing and squirming as feverishly as ever until I felt my shoulders squeeze right up against my neck. I kicked and twisted and yelled, but I could not move. I was pinned within the jagged ridge. There wasn't room to move forward, and I had no way to back up.

Starting point is 00:10:03 I was stuck. Completely and totally stuck. I thrashed my legs and jerked my torso violently. I whipped my head around and cried out like an animal in a trap, banging my forehead against the top of the pipe and scraping the skin off. Still, my body wouldn't move. I cried, and I screamed until I was exhausted. Then I cried and I screamed until I was exhausted.

Starting point is 00:10:26 screamed even more. I began to fade in and out. I dreamt that I saw the faces of the dead climbing out of the earth above me. I heard the voices of demons in my ears, chanting and laughing at me in strange languages. I could feel the pipes squeezing and tightening and relaxing just to play with me. The world spun uncontrollably at times, making me dizzy and sick. Other times I floated, paralyzed through the void. My thoughts whirled violently around my brain like mad, biting flies. My head felt like an oven, with my brain baking inside. The salt of my tears burned my dried-up eyes. I was going to die near, alone, stuck, unable to move.

Starting point is 00:11:09 I completely lost my sanity during those hours. My consciousness turned to a soup of constantly churning, manic thought, with nothing resembling rational or ordered cognitive activity remaining. Consequently, it was my wild, animalistic screams that finally alerted the firefighters to the firefighters, my whereabouts deep within the pipe. They had to wait for the fire to die down before they could call in an excavator. Eventually the heavy machine became too risky as it could have easily collapsed the decaying

Starting point is 00:11:38 old tube burying me within. So they said to work, digging up with shovels. After they moved in off earth to expose the pipe, they had to cut out the section I was entombed in with a large saw. I know people were speaking to me during this time, trying in vain to keep me calm. all I remember is the deafening, metallic shrieking that echoed through the pipe, stabbing at my eardrums like ice picks. Once freed from the rest of the conduit, they lifted the section that held me out to the ground with a small crane and set it down in the yard. I vaguely remember

Starting point is 00:12:13 another floating sensation. I had hoped I had died. Soon they went back to work with smaller, yet barely less hideous sounding sores. It was night at this point, so I didn't even even get the mini-scale benefit of daylight to ease the suffering. Other than the noise, it felt no different than when I first crawled in. Finally, it felt as if a great weight was lifted from all sides of me. My body seemed to expand in all directions. Cool night air brushed across my skin. I was lifted up and carried away. This, like I said, was years ago. I am just now regaining the sanity needed to be able to process these events and write them down. My therapist tells me it's a good idea

Starting point is 00:12:56 that it'll help me get past the event to whatever degree possible he says it may help me with my night terrors too I can barely sleep without teleporting right back into that suffocating space the other patients in the hospital are used to my nightly screaming by now

Starting point is 00:13:12 so were the nurses and orderlies it was they who gave me the details of my rescue they tell me I was stuck in that pipe for nearly ten hours before the rescue has got me out They also tell me that crawling into it was the only reason I survived. The house was nothing but a pile of ashes after the fire, and because of his subterranean location, very little heat or smoke got into that awful drain.

Starting point is 00:13:38 So, in the end, that nightmare is the reason I'm alive. Though, if I could go back to that day, to that moment standing above the ancient grate, surrounded by roaring flame, I'm not sure I'd make the same decision again I may let the flames take me I may let myself burn alive

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Burned Alive or Buried Alive. If You Had to, Which Would You Choose" Creepypasta

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