CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Greta" Creepypasta Animation

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Starting point is 00:00:41 Goar for. Find what you need to have on amazon.com. . Every community has an urban legend. The ominous law surrounding a strange house at the top of a hill, a ghostly covered bridge, or a darkwood at the edge of the city limit. Even the small, secluded fire. small secluded farm town I spent the first 18 years of my life in had its own legend.

Starting point is 00:01:06 Ars centered around the eccentric Strauss family and their even stranger daughter, Greta. I find myself unique compared to most. This, unfortunately, is because I am a first-hand witness of what so many generations whispered off behind closed doors around the campfire and at night to scare children. And one fateful evening I found myself in the Strauss family home. I can say with brutal honesty that the horror I experienced on that night led to countless therapy sessions, bottles of white pills, and a new life in a large city, with the nearest farm being a hundred miles away, found it best to begin the retelling of my story by passing along the original legend the same way it was told to me by my

Starting point is 00:01:59 appears. The Strauss family moved to the United States from Germany in the early 1900s and settled on a large pot of land in central Illinois. People aren't sure why they chose to leave Germany or why they decided to buy 300 acres in the middle of nowhere. We did however know a few things about them. They were very wealthy, self-sustaining and refused to leave the family farm. All of their food was either harvested, fished or slaughtered.

Starting point is 00:02:29 The children were homeschooled and the deceased were laid to rest in the family cemetery. Their property was littered with ominous signs written in both German and English, expressing how they very much wished to be left alone. There are more than a couple of rumours from townsfolk, witnessing door-to-door salesmen walking onto the property, but never off of it. Rose Lane was the only row that rang along the Strauss's property line. It served as a looking glass for the rest of the community, allowing an opportunity of 10 or so seconds to catch a glimpse of the massive, eerie home. Over the years, the Strausses became more and more reclusive.

Starting point is 00:03:14 Months would pass without seeing a single family member. Once in a blue moon, someone would spot one of the Strausses wandering the property or staring at cars as they sped along Rose Lane. And it was like winning the social lottery. The most common sightings were of the mother and or father, whom we simply referred to as Mr and Mrs Strauss. People would gather around a lucky individual and eagerly interrogate them as to whom they saw and what odd thing they were seen doing. The most famous Strauss, of course, was Greta. Everyone knew her name thanks to our town's gossipy postman. Greta earned a coveted title as

Starting point is 00:03:57 the strangest Strauss, due to a morbid choice of clothing and frightening appearance. Greta sightings were seldom, but always similar in the retellings. She dressed in black and only black. Regardless of the season or time of day, Greta would be draped from head to toe in an ink-colored gown. Even stranger, her head was always hidden beneath a dark veil. No one in town had ever seen a face, not even a glimpse. Many years ago, as the story is told, Greta was working in the stables. Instead of focusing on the task at hand, she began to dance and play about as most children do.

Starting point is 00:04:43 In a split second of wavered attention, she startled the young colt and was swiftly kicked in the jaw. To teach her a lesson, the elders of the Strauss family kept Greta from receiving the medical attention she so desperately needed, which in turn left her face a mangled mess of broken bones and cartilage. Growing up, my friends and I would scare one another with stories of Greta. Whenever her dead animal was found on our property, we'd say it was Greta sending a warning. Whenever we were lying in bed at night and heard the foreboards creek, we would whisper that it was Greta lurking in the shadows. Personally, I'd never seen Greta.

Starting point is 00:05:29 despite the countless trips I had made down Rose Lane. I had only heard the stories. As the years passed, the Strauss sightings went from seldom to nonexistent. The grass on their land grew long, and the lights inside their home ceased the glow in the night. Eventually, we assumed that the Strausses had packed up and moved without notice. The bank couldn't sell the house, claiming a relative in Germany still had ownership of the property

Starting point is 00:05:57 and was wiring full legal payments. We simply put the Strauss family farm out of mind. Until the night, we decided to break in. John Kerry and myself were 18 at the time. We had just finished high school and we'll be attending different colleges in the fall. Like most guys our age, we spent the days and nights hanging out, drinking

Starting point is 00:06:25 and saving up what little money we could. The summer and our time together were flying by in tandem, nearly at an end. So we decided to make one last memory. The three of us were sitting on John's porch, watching the sun go down and throwing back some beers we'd paid Carrie's older brother way too much money to buy for us. John ignited the conversation that would change our lives forever, and he still hasn't forgiven himself for it. He talked about how he was driving down Rose Lane earlier that morning and thought he had seen someone in the third-story window of the Strauss home. Carrie and I told him he was full of crap.

Starting point is 00:07:10 We conversed and shared our theories about what we thought the inside of the house looked like. Carrie suggested that he was full of forgotten German treasure and that we could be rich if we broke in. No one would ever know since the Strauss family had been gone for so many years. We smiled greedily at one another before we knew what hit us. The alcohol and excitement had us on our feet and walking towards the Strauss farm in the twilight.

Starting point is 00:07:44 As we strolled through the woods, we talked about all the things we would buy with our soon-to-be wealth. The sun had finally set as we reached the edge of the property and it looked as though the monstrous house was glaring down upon us. We stopped for a moment as we finished the last few drops from our cans of liquid courage and debated for a few minutes as to how we should enter the home. Eventually we concluded that the door in the back was the best option since it would not be seen from the road. The three of us shuffled as quietly as we could down the gravel path and onto the wooden porch. My heart pounded in my chest as we got closer.

Starting point is 00:08:28 but my feet continued to move towards the house. We pointed our flashlights at the dirt-stained glass on the back door. Carrie and John silently decided that I was in charge as they prodded me forward. I grabbed the old iron doornob, turned it, and looked back in disbelief. It was unlocked as I pulled the creaking door open. A wave of musty air from within the house flew past us with a wine. Looking back at that moment, I wish we would have turned and ran back to Johns.

Starting point is 00:09:10 Instead, we crept inside the darkness of the Strauss home and shut the door behind us. We stepped into the kitchen and began rummaging through the drawers. Apart from a few broken dishes, some dusty utensils and a couple of ancient appliances. The kitchen was virtually empty. The Strauss home wasn't living up to. the horrific reputation we had collectively built for it over the years. It was indeed old, massive, and a bit eerie, but nothing more than what you would expect from any other abandoned home.

Starting point is 00:09:47 Everything seemed to be undisturbed. It was as if the Strausses had simply stopped their daily routine, packed up a few belongings, and left the home forever. The three of us searched through the rooms. opening drawers, moving furniture, and scouring through cabinets. Our respective alcohol buzzes and hopes of finding treasure began to fade. But as it did, an uncomfortable feeling of dread and paranoia washed over us. We decided that this whole idea was a waste of time,

Starting point is 00:10:24 and that going back to Johns the Smugs and Weed would be the perfect end of the evening. We backtracked through the home and into the kitchen, towards the back door. Just as we were about to step outside into the freedom of the night, Carrie's voice broke the silence. Guys, look at this. John and I turned and pointed our flashlights back towards Carrie, who was standing against the kitchen wall.

Starting point is 00:10:59 He was running his hands along the edges. We looked at him curiously and asked him what he wanted. Just then, he pulled on one of the mounted wooden shelves and it swung open. A new entrance had appeared before us, one that we instantly knew was constructed to be a secret. We adjusted our flashlights and stared at the staircase that descended into the dark depths below. The three of us knew that if there was anything of value left behind, It would be at the bottom of these stairs. Once again, John and Carrie nudged me forward as we crept down the stone staircase.

Starting point is 00:11:49 The temperature dropped significantly as we reached the stone floor of the cellar. It was damp, dark, and I could hear the faint sounds of dripping water and scurrying rodents. We started our search, exploring the outer walls, Grasping with excitement as our dreams of wealth were back in full swing as our flashlights illuminated glimmering metal and stones. Jewelry, vases, paintings, swords and coins filled numerous tables and cabinets within the cavernous room. We frantically filled our pockets and rambled on about how we would come back in the morning with our trucks for the rest of the loot. As we made our way to the far corner of the cellar, we noticed something we very much did not expect to see. A large wooden door.

Starting point is 00:12:50 As to why it was barred from the outside with a metal rod, we had no idea. But in the moment, we didn't care. If the cellar was full of valuables, then whatever lay beyond the door would have to be even better. John lifted the iron rod and set it on the ground. We pulled the door open and my stomach turned. The air was pungent with a sour smell of decay. We illuminated the room with our lights and my brain attempted to comprehend the scene before me. Mutilated animal remains were scattered across the floor.

Starting point is 00:13:35 A pile of old newspapers and rags formed a wadded nest in the corner. Against the far wall was a mattress covered in torn, stained sheets that were covering a large lump. I looked at my friends as I covered my mouth and nose with my shirt, turning my back to the room. I said something about leaving. Just before I saw the horror in Carrie's eyes as he pointed behind me. I jolted back and pointed my flashlight towards the bed. The lump, beneath the torn sheets on the bed, sat up and turned towards us. Initially, my body refused to move.

Starting point is 00:14:26 The figure rose from the bed with awkward, twitching movements. I heard his bones creak and wet skin smack against the stone floor. After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to move again. I stumbled backwards, falling into John and Carrie. We ran to the stairs like animals, thrashing about and knocking over everything in our path. John was the first to reach the base, and I was a few feet behind him. Carrie had fallen behind.

Starting point is 00:15:01 John and I raced up the stairs towards the hidden entrance. I grabbed his shirt tail and yelled that we couldn't leave Carrie behind. We heard his panicked voice. He was close. We turned our flashlights downward and could see Carrie at the base of the stairs. And for a brief moment, I felt relief.

Starting point is 00:15:27 My moment of content was ripped from me. As I witnessed the figure behind Carrie. A skeletal hand sunk its sharp fingers into his face as he screamed. The beam of our flashlights highlighted the horrific scene. like a spotlight on a stage. Greta's mangled, decomposing face stared at me between the torn shreds of her dark veil. Her dislocated jaw hung from a few strands of flesh. Her nose and eye sockets were crushed and her head was cocked to the side as if her neck had been broken.

Starting point is 00:16:05 Even with her deformities, Greta seemed to smile at me as she pulled my screaming friend into the darker bit. into the dark abyss of the cellar and tore into his flesh. The next few days were a blur of police investigations, search parties and devastated parents. The Strauss property was turned into a crime scene and ripped apart. The police discovered the hidden cellar John and I had described. They found the evidence of torture and human neglect in the barred room. The only problem, however, was the lack of bodies. Carrie was never seen again.

Starting point is 00:16:48 The only evidence found were his flashlight and the remains of his clothes. They had been ripped into hundreds of pieces. I have a theory that Greta had always been a monster. And over time she became uncontrollable. The Strausses attempted to do what they could with her before abandoning their home. Eventually, they resorted to locking her away in a makeshift dungeon to rot. But that's the problem with the worst kind of monsters. One very important thing the Strauss family neglected to consider is that some creatures

Starting point is 00:17:36 the ones urban legends are written about refuse to die.

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Greta" Creepypasta Animation

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