CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Have You Ever Wondered What's Inside Those Ugly Buildings Alongside The Highway" Creepypasta

Episode Date: September 20, 2021

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In high school, we learn that stories have a beginning, middle and end. At he just told us that the end of a story has a resolution, a lesson that can be learned, or a meaning that can be analysed. This isn't one of those stories. This is just a few hours from a single night in the life of my high school friends and I, a night when we bumped into something that I still don't understand, and probably never will. Driving through rural America, you will see a lot of buildings.

buildings that don't seem to have a purpose, surrounding by dead fields or gravel parking lots, they just blend into the landscape. The structures themselves are nothing special, concrete silos, corrugated warehouses, bow-brick buildings painted white. They seem abandoned. No one goes in or out, but the structures remain like a riddle without an answer. September of my senior year, my friends and I decided to throw an impromptu party in one of those buildings. There were only three of us, but we had a stereo, some clothessticks and a video camera. All we needed was booze and a way in. Ryan, who was probably the oddest member of our little trio, showed up with some bolt cutters.

While he had them, I still have no idea. My buddy Derek snagged a couple of six-packs from his dad's basement freezer. Derek's old man was so deep in the bottle, he just figured he drank them himself. Of the three of us, I had the least broke down car. So, I drove. The building we'd chosen resembled a warehouse. We'd pass by it every day on our way to school, and we never seen any lights, people, movement, or even cars parked around it.

There was no name, mailbox, or any other indication of what the place might be used for. It was surrounded by an overgrown fence and barely visible from the road. We'd parked around the back, where two bare metal doors, sealed with the chain, waited like a warning. The crisp autumn air filled her lungs as soon as I stepped out of the car. It was hard to believe we were all 17 already. It was even harder to imagine what we'd all be doing next summer. The sky was orange with the last rays of sunset and fog was forming over the damp ground.

I wondered how many of these excursions the three of us had left before our lives took us in different directions. You're okay, man? Ryan asked as he snapped open a beer. You got this look in your face, like you miscounted your balls or something. Yeah, fine, I tried to laugh. I'm just wondering what the hell is in there. Only one way to find out, Derek grunted, cutting through the chain. It slid to the ground like a rusty snake.

Armed with only flashlights and closed sticks, we walked into the darkness. It was disappointing to say that. the least. The floor was a bare concrete slab. The walls were a corrugated metal. It was one huge room, every bit as dull and featureless as the rest of the place. Ryan hopped boardly on his skateboard and rode from one side of the building to the other. I wish I could say there was the end of it, that we had a few beers, messed around with a skateboard and glowsticks, and went home. Whoa, Ryan grunted from the other end of the warehouse. Guys, check this out.

Ryan had rolled over a manhole cover, like the kind sewer workers used to access the world of tubes and tunnels that's always beneath our feet, but that we rarely think about. But this was no ordinary manhole cover. It was made from some high-tech metal alloy, and had a folded down handle in the center that Derek and Ryan hurried to pull up. When I saw what they were doing, I almost shouted at them to stop. the time, I wasn't sure why. Something about that futuristic-looking, thick metal hatch, waiting in the empty darkness, filled me with a sense of unease. But curiosity soon got the better of me,

and once my friends got the hatch open, I too bent my head to look inside. Rungs of Rebar led down to the pitch blackness below us, which seemed to swallow the beams of our cheap flashlights. Whoa, dude, Ryan gasped. So, who's going in first? Derek giggily. By that point, we're all on edge, but no one wanted to admit it. A sound, like scratching, came from the roof above us. We all jumped. It took us a few seconds to realize that it had started raining outside. Everyone deals with fear in their own way.

Ryan's way was dropping an empty beer can into the darkness. A metallic clatter came from far below. I think we should close this back up, I half whispered. I, uh, actually think you're right, Derek backed me up. Ryan rolled his eyes, we grabbed the handle to push the hatch down to its original position. It didn't budge. No matter how we heaved or strained, the hatch stayed open.

It was more mechanically complex than we'd imagined at first, and apparently it would take industrial force to seal it up again. We all looked at each other, shrugged and walked back to all. the far wall of the unlit warehouse. I found myself looking over my shoulder and shining my dim flashlight back toward the shining metal of the hatch, sure that something horrible was about to crawl up from below. Derek and Ryan were as nervous as I was, but it had become a sort of challenge now. They didn't want to let the wrongness of the place beat them.

If Ryan hadn't skated over that damn hatch, I'm sure we would have gotten bored and left long before midnight. The crackle of static behind me made me jump. Derek had set up the portable radio, and after trying and failing to find a station, popped in a black Sabbath CD. Ryan polished off his third beer, and even though I was the driver,

an eye shotgun just to calm my nerves. It tasted like warm cat pee and didn't make me feel any better. My eyes stayed fixed on that point in the darkness, where I knew the open hatch was. Ryan grabbed some clothes sticks and Derek recorded him with a video camera as he rode around the dark doing tricks on his skateboard My stomach lurched when he jumped to the open hatch Looking at the video I was grudgingly impressed

The spinning clothes sticks did make the whole thing look kind of cool The problem was that Derek wanted to try next And we all knew he wasn't the skater that Ryan was Like his dad he drank a lot to impress people and when it had a few there was no telling what he might try. Derek rolled tipsily off in the darkness. As soon as I saw his set up, I knew he wasn't going to make the jump. The board hit the hatch with a sickening crack and fell down into the blackness of the pit.

Derek starts to go with it. He barely caught himself, his arms slipping on the smooth concrete. Guys, he weased. Guys, please. I never felt so helpless. There was no way we'd make it to him in time. Somehow, though, Derek found the rungs of the ladder behind him and managed to heave himself up.

Holy crap, Derek gasped, sweat dripping from his long black hair. Dude, Ryan charged over, angrily. My bored! Yeah, I know, I know, Derek mumbled. I'll go down after it. I'll buy you a new one, I interjected. It's probably broken anyway. Ryan stared daggers at me.

and I interly regretted my words. Ryan's mother had been killed in the line of duty in Afghanistan, and that skateboard was a last gift to him. I don't care how busted it is, Ryan hissed through his teeth. We're getting it back. Let's all go then, I sighed, not just Derek. Are you kidding? Ryan laughed.

What if some cop or whoever owns this place shows up and closes the hatch while we're down there? I hated to admit it, but he had a point. being locked in that dark hole with no food and light sources running out was the stuff of nightmares Look Derek added

That hole creeps you out right So stay up here and keep watch Ryan and I will go I mean it can't be that deep right Nobody dared to answer him Ryan was already lowering himself into the dark Derek gulped And I realised that he was as scared as I was

If not more I'll go I rushed the words out before I could think. Come on, it was my fault, said Derek. Relax, man, I faked a grin. You will probably break your damn neck trying to go down that ladder. I hadn't really meant what I said to Derek. But as I started down after Ryan,

it became clear that the pit was more dangerous than it seemed. It curved ever so slightly inward, meaning that I was sort of hanging out over the emptiness below. Gravity tugged on the back of my neck. One false move. The beam of my flashlight swung wildly, and I occasionally caught glimpses of Ryan far below. The metal runs continued one after another, endlessly, but I preferred staring at the bare concrete wall in front of me, then risking a vertigo-inducing glance downward.

After what felt like forever, the pit became more like a pipe, or a tunnel. I was practically hanging from the ceiling when the ladder ended, and I lowered myself onto the concrete. In the glow of Derek's flashlight, the exit above me was dime-sized. In front of me, the seamless six-by-six tunnel stretched onward. There was no sign of my friend or his skateboard. Ryan, I whispered. There was no answer.

My flashlight flickered. I smacked it against my thigh a few times before continuing into the darkness. Ryan? I tried to rationalize my situation as I walked. The tunnel had a sharp downward slant and curved slightly to the left, so it wasn't impossible that Ryan's skateboard had kept on rolling. Come to think of it, though, I hadn't heard the skateboard hit the floor of the tunnel. It was almost as if something had caught it.

Up ahead, I finally saw Ryan. He stood motionless with his back to me, swaying. I frowned. What the hell was he doing? I wish I could see better. My flashlight seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer. Ryan, I shouted. The movement stopped.

Ryan's head flopped backwards, much further than should have been possible. I saw the red gash where it had been disconnected from the rest of his body. I saw the red tendrils of Ryan's veins and arteries and the gaping cartilage of his severed throat. And just as my flashlight's batteries finally died, I glimpsed the glittering eyes of the thing. I was eating, my friend. Everything went black. If something was chasing me as I fled,

I couldn't hear it over the echoes of my own pounding footsteps. The steep slope exhausted me by the time I reached the ladder. My sweaty hands kept slipping, and more than once I almost plunged backwards into the abyss below. I had no choice but to wrap my arms through the metal rungs until I found my balance again and dragged myself up, panting. Derek! As I neared the exit, Derek.

What man, what? Came a stunned response. We got to get out of here. There's something. I was seeing spots. I didn't have the air to continue. I heaved myself up on the concrete and rolled over onto my back, hyperventilating.

What the hell? Where's Ryan? Derek yelled. I weased and pointed toward the pit. Even if Ryan wasn't getting my message, at least it was clear to him that something had gone south. He was running around like a headless chicken

getting our stuff together for an unexpected departure. Something down there, I gasped as soon as I could finally breathe again. I groaned as I dragged myself to my feet and staggered toward the door. My blood ran cold when I patted my pockets and didn't find my car keys. Then I remembered I'd left them beside the stereo. Get keys.

Derek? laughed. Whatever reaction I was expecting, it wasn't that. I stopped in my tracks. Nice one, man. He really had me going. He strolled casually toward the pit. No, really.

Where's Ryan? Does that go down to the sewer or something? Ryan... Gone. Clutching my side, I rummaged around beside the stereo until I found my keys. Derek had reached the hatch opening and was shining his flashlight down it. I call BS, Derek juggled. Ryan's right here.

Derek, get away from there. Derek hesitated, unsure of what to do. He backed slowly away from the pit as Ryan climbed out of it. In the beam of Derek's flashlight, I could see my former friend's jerky movement, badly sealed wound and swollen neck. He was bloated like a drowned corpse, and I realized with horror that it was because something

was wearing his skin. Derek finally noticed this well. The moment that the Rhine Thing's head twisted to look at him, he started running for the door, but he was too close to the pit. The last thing I saw before I burst out into the night was Derek clawing at the concrete as he was dragged backwards door that awful hole.

I flung myself into the driver's seat and silently begged my engine to start just one more time. As soon as it sparked a life, I peeled out and skidded back onto the main road. I stumped on the accelerator, hardly paying attention to the road, and not even noticing that, like a panicking animal, I was heading for home. Just outside of town, flashing blue and red lights appeared in the rearview. The police paid little attention to my mad, rambling story,

even less so when I failed to breathalyzer test. As far as they were concerned, I was just another spoiled teenager drunk driving trying to get out of trouble. My parents were furious and refused to bail me out, so I stayed in jail, terrified that things from underground would come to kill and impersonate everyone I loved. To make matters worse, no one would tell me anything about Derek and Ryan. In my darkest moments, I feared that I might be charged with murdering my friends. The situation resolved itself much more neatly than I'd imagined.

maybe too neatly. I faced heavy punishment for drunk driving, but the police assumed that Derek and Ryan had just skipped town. They figured my beer story was meant to cover for them. Ryan had been in foster care, and Derek's dad was in no condition to press the issue, which meant that was the end of it. Unless I continued to investigate.

It took me a long time to build up the courage to drive by the place where my friends had been taken. Just driving on the road again made me grip the steering wheel and my knuckles went white and set my heart thundering in my chest. When I reached the turnoff, however, I saw that the building was gone. I felt 20 years older as I stepped out into the frigid winter morning air and looked through the bare branches at the empty lot. The truth about whatever happened to my friends

had been paved over with a thick layer of concrete. I just hope. But the nightmarish thing we discovered is still down there with them.