CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Every night for the past week, I've woken up in the ocean depths" Creepypasta

Episode Date: June 11, 2021

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Every night for the past week, I've been waking up in the ocean. I don't know how this started. It just began one night. And I don't mean I'm dreaming of the ocean. No. I don't know how, but I'm physically transported to the ocean. Like I said, it began a week ago. I went to bed as normal after spending some hours on my computer.

Turn off the lights and crawled into bed. and soon I fell asleep. I've never really had any problems falling asleep, nor have I ever woken up in the middle of the night before. So, when I first opened my eyes, I thought it was morning. But it wasn't. The first thing had hit me was the fact it was wet. It seems like a stupid thing to think when you're waking up in the middle of the ocean,

but that was the first time, and the first thing I noticed was that I was wet. but I wasn't cold. Then I noticed the darkness, or rather the lack of sunlight. You've probably seen those graphs that show how deep sunlight goes into the ocean. The Mesopalachic zone, also known as the twilight zone, is located between 200 and 1,000 meters below the surface, or 660 to 3,300 feet.

In it, the sunlight barely manages to reach some parts of it, and life is adapted to not only rely on photosynthesis, like in the upper parts of the ocean. But I was deeper. I was a lot deeper, but it wasn't pitch black like you're probably imagining. I'm not sure I was seeing bioluminescence of creatures, or if I was capturing some sort of light the human eye naturally cannot perceive. But I wasn't in a vast, dark emptiness. Nor was I being crushed to death by the insomentive.

amountable pressure exerted by the tons of water above me. For a moment, I was filled with panic, and I flailed my limbs trying to swim upwards. But then, I noticed other things. First, I didn't need to breathe. I touched my neck, but didn't notice any gills or anything. So, I imagined there was another reason why I couldn't breathe underwater. Then, I realized I could move with an ease that would put Olympic swimmers the shame. It wasn't that I now had a fish tail, but I could move in ways that just...

Worked. I could cut through the ocean depths in a way the human body was simply not built to. By now, I was thoroughly confused. After all, I've never been one to remember my dreams, let alone have vivid dreams. And yet, there I was, in that strange, lightless, not darkness of the depths. I didn't know which way was. up, which way was down. I had no sense of bearing, no direction I could aim myself to. And so, after a few moments of just floating there, I began to swim.

I picked a random direction. You'd think the vast depths of the ocean are empty, but you'd be wrong. There is life down there, and in my first night, I've seen many different creatures. I've seen tiny crustacean creatures that sometimes glowed. sometimes just swam around. I've seen eagles with fangs the size of my fingers. I've seen anglerfish with a glowing antenna. I admit, my first night in the ocean depths was surprisingly pleasant.

But, just before I woke up the first night, I felt a tug in my mind. It was a strange sensation, very faint and distant. But I noticed it, just before I felt my body growing light. and then I woke up in bed I'd have passed it up as a simple dream if it wasn't for the fact my skin felt moist with seawater it wasn't sweat my room was far too cold for me to have sweated that much

but it was in fact water water that coated my entire body from head to toe my clothes and my bed were dry yes but I wasn't at first day after I woke up, I just laid there in bed, trying to process all I'd seen. I did try to pass it off as just some vaguely vivid dream, something I've never experienced

before, and the wetness to be just sweat. I finally got up and headed off to my day as normal. That second night, after I fell asleep, I woke up in the ocean again. Somehow I could tell that I was roughly in the same place I've left off the previous night. Honestly, there was nothing around me that it signaled that it was the same place. I still couldn't see the bottom, and you can't really use pathologic fauna as waypoints. But something deep inside of me told me I was in the same spot. It wasn't the same day, too, for I had been studying this interesting act-shaped fish the previous night

before I was whisked away and woken up, and there was a little bit of the same spot. and there was no such fish around. So, I began to explore. And instead of going up, I started to go down, or at least what I thought was down. I travelled in a downward angle, going forward and down, for a few more minutes before I realized something.

That tug in my mind, I could feel it again, and it was stronger now. Even now, I can't probably explain how it feels. It's like a light tugging, like a fish hook, that was guiding me

ever so slightly towards something. If I turn my body, the tug wouldn't move. It would remain in the same direction. After noticing it initially, I tried to resist it, but it was to no avail. If I tried to swim away,

it seemed to tug a bit harder. It made me unable to concentrate if I tried to swim away. And so, I began to follow the tugging. I continued to see creatures of the deep there. Squids, jellyfish, strange fish with bulbous eyes and more. I even saw a shark, like those 500-year-old shark that just swim around looking all weird.

It was a bit different from those and seemed larger. The second day went smoothly too. Although by the end of it, I could notice that the darkness of the depths was a bit different. and that the creatures I was seeing were also stranger. Before, those shrimp-like creatures were pretty tiny, barely visible. Now I could see ones that were the size of the nail on my pinky. Some of the eels I saw at the end of my second day were well over six feet long. Again, when I woke up, I was slick with water.

By now I was doubting my initial theory that I was just having vivid dreams and sweating of a storm. but I didn't know what to think, so I just didn't think about it. It was during the third night that strange things began to happen. Everything started as normal really. I went to bed, woke up in the same spot as before

and began to swim following the tugging. Around me, the vastness of the ocean. After a few minutes of just swimming around, I noticed the shape in the distance. It was far, but I couldn't tell how far it was. He moved around in a strange way, and it was only after a few more moments of observation

that I realized it was a giant squid. I could see its long tentacles trailing behind its tubular head, including those two long ones. I stood there, mesmerized, watching that deep-sea colossus just swimming around. Then, movement from above caught my eye, A long shape swam down from what I assumed was the shallower part of the ocean.

It swam with surprising speed for such a large creature and the squid barely had any time to brace for impact before the beast attacked it. I gasped as I realised what it was. A sperm whale. I watched as the titanic creatures battled but the whale had the upper hand. All this was happening well over 300 feet from me

I'd say, maybe more. I just floated there, watching as the whale used its jaw to kill the squid and begin to consume it, and then I saw it. Further back from the whale's position, something stirred in the darkness, something massive,

far larger than the whale itself. I watched in horror as the creature far larger than any living being I've ever seen before began to move, displacing water as its powerful body moved with an impressive amount of speed. It slammed against the lower half of the whale, a large more opening to bite the whale in the flank.

I saw the whale attempt to swim away, but the beast took a chunk of its flesh. Blood was clouding the water, but I saw the beast attacking the whale again. I don't know if it was a massive shark if it was another type of whale or something older, but I knew I needed to get the hell out of there, and that's what I did.

I began to swim away, following the tugging, which was growing more and more incessant. I was going down and down and down. Even though I swam faster than any other human out there, the scale of the ocean is just massive. And now, part of me was terrified of the gigantic creatures that seemed to inhabit those depths. I saw other underwater creatures around me,

and they were stranger and stranger. I saw crustaceans that looked wrong. Too many legs, too many mandibles, too many eyes. By the time I woke up, I was just reaching the bottom, and just before I fell unconscious, I could see the benthic floor beneath me. I woke up with a jolt that day, breathing heavier, slick with water as always. The memory of the massive beast that ate the whale was in my mind. When I got home later that day, after my usual day,

I began to search about the deep ocean. That's how I learned about some of the creatures I've seen, but of course, there's not much to go from. We know more about the surface of the moon than the depths of our oceans, and if what I was seeing was true, things should remain that way. That night, I had a bit more trouble falling asleep. The thought of Leviathan swimming around me, ready to swallow me whole with many fanged moors,

was terrifying. So far, nothing I'd encountered had attacked me, although I know that, at least when I'm in my sleep, I can feel things underwater. I felt the hard carapace of a nautilus-like being. I've touched shrimps bigger than my hand. But I ended up falling asleep, and when I woke up,

I was just a few yards over the bottom of the ocean. I could see the sediment of the ocean floor beneath me. creatures crawled and swam around, bottom feeders. I saw a sleeper shark swimming around before attacking a trilobite-like creature, which should not be possible, as trilobites died millions of years ago. And yet, there it was. It wasn't a horseshoe crab or a giant isopod. It was a trilobite.

That thing was larger than a dinner plate. I decided not to walk in the bottom of the ocean. Last thing I wanted was the disturb one of those creatures and have it attack me. At first, the area around me was devoid of any sort of landmark. It was just a vast stretch of mostly flat oceanic floor, with gentle, short slopes here and there. At one point, I saw something that looked like a large rock. But when I approached it, I was shocked to see it was,

in fact, the carcass of a whale. I couldn't tell you which. type of whale it was, as it had been dead for a while, and the scavengers of the deep ocean were doing its thing on it. I could see all sorts of beasts crawling in and over the carcass, and I found myself floating there for a while, just watching as strange benthic beings burrow their way through the spongy, dead flesh of the whale. Finally, I moved on as the tugging began to go stronger, after I watched the creatures. It's hard to guess how long it passed. But I'd say, half an hour, maybe 45 minutes.

But the tugging pulled me out of my trance, and I began to swim again. I continued my progress through the ocean floor, as if drawn to some spot I did not know about, but that called to me non-stop. And then, the environment began to change. The vast emptiness of substrate began to give way to more rocky ground. Now I could see strange crags jutting out of the rocky and sandy ground These were like islands in the emptiness as they contain more life Stranger life I saw a creature that from a distance look like a ray

Just swimming above the rocky ground But as I moved a bit closer I saw it actually had an exoskeleton And two pincher-like claws protruding from its head And two eyes that bulged outwards It swooped down and grabbed smaller creatures on the bottom And cracked their bodies and shells with his powerful pincers I finally felt myself being whisked away And woke up in my bed

By now I've more or less grown use to my nightly trips to the ocean floor Sure I was terrified of some of the things I've seen But so far nothing seemed too interested in attacking me And I could see creatures that should not exist in our time That day, after I got home, I decided to post my experience online and see if anyone had a similar tale to mine. Alas, it seemed like, at least in the forum I posted, no one had any idea of what I was experiencing, and some people called me a liar. Some people seemed interested, and some just said I should stop taking drugs before sleeping. The fifth night started as usual.

I went to bed and woke up in the abyssal depths of the ocean. The tugging seemed more insistent now, and I could hear strange things. Sound travels differently underwater, and although my ears seemed adapted to hearing underwater, there wasn't a lot of sound going on, except for what was made by the creatures around me. I've heard whales, I've heard sharks and those prehistoric beasts, but now what I was hearing was like, whispering very quietly in the back of my mind. Almost easy to drown out, but always there. That grotes me out, truth be told.

I couldn't understand what was being said, but it was just a very quiet noise. Hell, maybe it wasn't even actual whispering, but just some far-off geological phenomena. But I kept swimming through the rocky ground. Now, more and more landmarks seemed to appear. I saw fumaroles sprung black or white mineral-rich water, and I kept my distance from those, as I could tell the water around them was hotter. I also saw stranger and stranger creatures around them, crabs with too many legs, prehistoric predators,

sharks with circular jaws full of teeth. But then I stopped when I saw something looming ahead. It wasn't a creature. It was a rock. It stood on its own, taller than the other rocks around it. But what caught my eyes? eye was not its size, but its shape. It was rectangular, perfectly rectangular. My mind raced as I tried to understand the megalithic block in front of me. It was too perfect to be natural. It stood

at a 90-degree angle. Its eye took clearly work smooth. I approached it, slowly, afraid of what I would see once I approached it. But the tugging, a constant tugging guided me to it. Reaching the stone, I could feel my eyes growing wide as I saw its closest face. It was just slightly pitted, but I could see it was perfectly smooth in places where the crustaceans didn't cling to it. It was a black monolith, standing alone there. The whispers seemed to grow louder as I approached it. Well, relatively louder. I still couldn't make out what they were saying, but now they were harder to ignore. were harder to ignore.

Against my better judgment, almost as if I wasn't in full control of my body, I reached forward with a hand and pressed it against the stone. It was smooth and strangely warm. And then it began to glow. It was a faint green glow, but it was glowing indeed. It was so sudden that it actually scared some of the sea life that was around it, and I saw a strange creature swimming or crawling away from the world. rock, but I remained there, staring up to it.

If I had to guess, the rock was well over a hundred feet tall. It was just staggeringly tall, and now it was glowing, almost like a glow stick. Not a bright one, but it was visible. And then I saw another glow in the distance, similar in colour, but far away. I felt dread starting to build up in me, but I began to move again toward that next glowing rock. And it was a similar monolith, and I could see another one off in the distance. World life seemed to avoid these colossal structures now, the more I felt my mind starting to swim. Thoughts started to fill my head, like the whispers. I couldn't grasp them, but they were there.

And to my utter shock, when I reached the last of the glowing monoliths, I saw it overlooked the depression and the ocean floor. It was vast, far too large for me to hazard a guess, but it was filled with angled structures, vast promenades and statues that divide explanation. I was overlooking a city, and, to my dismay, I could see, off in the distance above the city,

large figures swimming around. Some of those figures were shaped like whales or sharks. Some seemed to be more amorphous, some look like colossal octopi or squids. I couldn't see them properly. They were just too far, too vast, and too impossible for me to perceive. Even my enhanced eyes, used to the depths and the lack of sunlight, couldn't properly grasp their eyes.

And then, I woke up. I woke up in my bed, crying out of distress. I was breathing heavily, my mind trying to understand what I had seen. I'm no stranger to the Lovecraftian stories. I love the Cthulhu mythos, but I don't believe I was seeing the lost city of Rulia. No. None of the statues were of the humanoid-shaped,

colossus-headed Cthulhu, but there was no denying that what I had seen was almost out of a Lovecraft book. I decided to call in sick that day and spent the whole day just reading online, frantically searching for information. As you can imagine, nothing came up.

I was dreading going to sleep now, but I'm not someone who can stay up for a long time, truth be told. That night I still ended up going to bed. That was last night. The sixth night. I woke up in the same spot as before, overlooking the Cyclopean city with its structures unlike anything I'd ever seen before. I began to follow a road down to the proper city, my movements almost not my own. By now the whispers were words, and, although I couldn't understand them, I could tell they were speaking to me. What they were saying I did not know, nor did I want to find out.

I followed the road, paved with black stones, each the size of a school bus. I felt like an ant in a house. Everything was just so large. Above me, the creature swam, impossibly high in the ocean. I could see Leviathans that could put any creature that has ever lived on earth to shame in size. I could feel the gaze on me, making me feel impossibly small. I felt words in my mind in a strange language. I felt the tugging, that damned tugging guiding guiding guiding guiding guiding guiding me.

From within the gargantuan structures, I could feel eyes watching me. Not eyes of sharks or shrimp or any of the creatures like that. Beady eyes that carried an evil intelligence in them. their owners hidden by the darkness that not even my eyes could pierce. I saw what seemed like a tentacle poking out of a building, but instead of the suction cups, it had countless finger-like petrusions that wiggled. But then it was retracted out of view.

I was going down what seemed to be a main avenue, wide and vast in a way that nothing humans could build would ever come to match it. At the end of it, a structure sat. It was Ugly Large with square blocks It reminded me of a massive dolman

Made out of the same dark Perfectly cut stone Its interior was shrouded in darkness But I could feel a current of water Moving in and out of it As if something massive was breathing In and out in there I didn't want to move

But my body was not my own anymore The voices in my head they were reaching a crescendo of chattering, chanting and speaking. My body shook, and yet I moved. Finally, I reached the end of the road. I stood in front of the impossibly tall entrance to the ancient, humongous dullman, and then an eye open within the darkness. A single eye, horizontal and forward-facing like a human's.

But it was not a human eye. It was massive, larger than a sperm whale. The sclera was black, darker than the darkness around it. The iris was red and seemed to glow like fire. The pupil, a sickly yellow color that made my stomach turn. My mind was trying to process what I was seeing, when a second eye opened, a mirror of the first one. Whatever it was in there was now fixating me with this terrifying gaze, as the voices in my head drowned out any thoughts I could have.

and then the third eye opened this one vertical in the middle and above the other two I could feel the current of water growing faster as if the beast within

was breathing faster eager to sink its fangs into the tasty little morsel that was now in front of it and then impossibly slowly something began to emerge from the darkness

it was a soaring snout not quite like a dinosaur each of its fangs was massive and looked sharp for its sheer size. I was frozen in place, and this beast slowly emerged from the darkness, or rather, just its head. And, before I was taken back to dry land, I could swear. I saw it, smiling at me. That happened this morning.

I've been awake all day as I typed this out. I don't know what will happen to me once I fall asleep, but I know one day. thing. I'll try my best not to fall asleep anytime soon. When I woke up today, I could feel my skin, different. I don't know how to explain it, but I'm not feeling comfortable. At the same time, I'm terrified of what I will see if I fall asleep. I decided to write this down for posteriority. I have a feeling that once I do fall asleep, that thing will be. That thing will be waiting for me. I can already hear strange noises. Maybe the deep ocean should remain undisturbed.