CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I found a disturbing VHS tape in my attic. I regret watching it" Creepypasta

Episode Date: December 6, 2020

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The reason I'm writing this today is that I need to warn as many people as I can. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't at least try. I can feel it. The more powerfully gets, the more powerless I feel. I won't be able to stop him, but maybe I can slow him down. My name is Mike. I'm 24 and the thing that happened to me devise the laws of physics. I have tried to rationalise to tell myself I was just going crazy,

but I cannot bury my head in the sand forever. Let me tell you how it all started. When I was in elementary school, I had a group of friends with whom I spent all my time. We were all close, except for maybe Boris. We liked him, but he was annoying. The only thing he would talk about was that old cartoon that his mother brought him from a garage sale.

We listened to him for the first few times and rapidly got bored after that. The cartoon sounded weird, and to be honest, we were more interested in exchanging Pokemon cards and playing marbles. A few weeks into his obsession for the cartoon, Boris came to school looking extremely pale. We asked him if he was sick, but he just sat there in silence, with a weird grin on his face, looking around the room, his eyes wide open. The class began, and we were all focused on some calculus when Boris started a whistle. The teacher asked him to stop immediately, but he just wouldn't stop.

After a few minutes, the teacher lost patience and grabbed Boris's hand to take him to the principal's office. Of course, the classroom filled with laughter and chatter as soon as the teacher left of them. But I was genuinely scared for my friend, and I kept staring at his desk. That's when I noticed it. On his chair, there was a VHS tape. I stood up and went to grab it. I was very curious. The tape seemed in good condition, and on the side I read, the whistle guy.

I bet it was that cartoon that he kept talking about. I only remembered a vague description of it. It was about a character with a large balloon head and a top hat who went about his day whistling and holding an axe. Like I said, nothing to be excited about. But I don't know why. I knew I had to look at it. I knew it would explain my friend's behaviour.

I put the tape in my bag. When the teacher came back, she explained that Boris wasn't feeling right and that his parents came to pick him up. I spent the whole day waiting to go home and watch the cartoon. After school got out, I quickly said goodbye to my friends and rode my bike so fast that it took me half the time it usually did to get home. I said hello to my parents and ran upstairs to my room.

I took the tape out of my bag and looked at it. I didn't notice earlier that the title was written in a regular carved fashion. I was going to put the tape in the VCR. when I heard Mom calling me from downstairs she seemed in distress I threw the tape into my old toy box and ran to her Mom and Dad was standing in the living room

their eyes were filled with tears Her voice was shaking But Mom managed to speak Mike It's Boris He had an accident He's I'm sorry

He's dead I fell into arms and cried like I had never cried before It was the first time I'd lost someone And I didn't handle it well I missed school for two weeks after that I was depressed to the point When my parents had to take me to a psychologist After years of therapy

I was finally able to grieve I still thought about it of course But the pain wasn't so unbearable anymore Fast forward to a few years ago I was going through old stuff When I found an old picture of me and my classmates Boris was there, smiling happily like the rest of us. The events came back to my mind, and I decided to finally check how he died.

My parents and the school always kept it a big secret, and we were forbidden to talk about it. I did my own investigation, and what I found was worse than I ever imagined. According to the local papers, Boris was found dead in his room. He was hanging from a rope that he tied to the top of his bunk bed, but that was not even the most disturbing part. It was written that his eyes were wide open and he had a terrifying, wide grin on his face. I decided to leave it all alone.

That was too disturbing and I didn't want to spend another year going through therapy. Time went by and I kept pushing the memory away. It was getting easier and easier as I had lost all contact with my childhood friends and my parents had moved out of our little town. I now lived with my girlfriend and a few days ago

we decided to have a garage sale while going through the cellar I found a box with all my childhood stuff I didn't even remember when I brought all of that to my house it was full of pictures, toys my action man but what caught my attention

was an old VHS tape it was at the bottom of the box strangely the tape seemed in a good condition as if the years going by didn't affect it It was also the only thing in the box that didn't have dust on it. What went through my mind gave me the chills. I could see flashes of Boris hanging from the cord, swinging left and right as he looked deep into my eyes, smiling.

And all of a sudden, his face moved, and he started to whistle. The sick noise was coupled with the sound of the rope against the wooden bunk bed. I shook my head to clear those terrible images from my mind. It had been years since I thought about the tape. My therapist did such a good job that it was as if he never existed. But now I wanted to see it and finally lift the mystery from it. I knew I had a VCR somewhere, so I looked for it for a good hour and finally found it. I heard my girlfriend calling me for dinner and I left all my findings on the floor.

I was going to wait until she fell asleep to go back to watch the cartoon. I didn't want her to be disturbed by the story. The moment finally came and I took the VCR and the tape down to the living room and plugged everything in. I have to admit that I was surprised that the old VCR was still working. I put the tape in and the familiar noise on the tape entering the VCR gave me the chills. Weirdly, the tape didn't start right away and stayed a few minutes on a black screen. Then suddenly, it started. It was an old cartoon from the 30s.

I could hear a metallic sound coupled with cartoonish music. It sounded like typical music from this era. The cartoon was in black and white and had a yellow tint to it. The first scene was set in what seemed to be an old garage or a shack filled with tools. There was a character standing with his back to me. He was holding a hammer and tapping on something. It looked like he was building something. He grabbed more tools and while doing so he kept whistling the same melody.

I was getting more and more uncomfortable. That sound terrified me. I knew I had heard it somewhere. The character turned slowly and what he was building finally came into sight. It was a hatchet that he was waving with pride. The character was strange. He had a huge balloon-looking head. He was wearing a tie tight so tight that anyone else would have suffocated from.

His eyes were really dark and his top hat was tiny. It was him. The whistle guy. He started to walk toward the house in a typical 30s animation style, his eyes sparkling with excitation. In the garden, there was a tree that seemed way too big for him to go by. A little bubble popped up at the top of his head, and inside you could see the tree plus a hatchet equals a pile of wooden logs. I finally understood that he was making the hatchet to cut down the large tree. For a second, I asked myself how it was possible to build a hatchet with a few tools so amuse.

but hey, it was a cartoon after all. The whistle guy started the whistle once more and to juggle with a hatchet, making it fly in the air and grabbing it before he touched the ground. He did that a few times before the hatchet flew one last time and got stuck in one of the tree branches. The whistle guy seemed sad and started to jump in the hope of grabbing the hatchet back,

but it didn't work. And then suddenly a light bulb appeared above his head. He visibly had an idea. ear. He approached the base of the tree and started to shake it, so the hatchet would fall. Surprisingly, it worked. The hatchet fell and got stuck in the whistle guy's head. The music stopped the moment the hatchet struck his head and a very realistic bone-breaking sound could be heard. The whistle guy was expressionless. His eyes were completely empty. The scene was particularly disturbing and unexpected. I was just waiting for him to pull it out.

as if nothing happened. It was a cartoon after all, and the characters never get hurt for real. But instead, a stream of blood started from the top of his skull where the hatchet was. I was shaking with fear. It always seemed so unbelievable.

The character was still not moving, only gazing into the blue. The blood quickly covered his whole face. Then, he started to smile. The large grin on his face made him even more terrifying than he was already. After a few seconds he finally moved.

He grabbed the hatchet with his hand and yanked it out. The sound it made was horrible. The music started again as soon as the hatchet was out but the music was different. It was dark. The whistle guy didn't seem to care

about the tree anymore and was staring at the hatchet he was holding. The more he stared at it, the wider his grin became. He started to walk and more blood started to pour from the top of his head. His smile and his eyes were terrifying. A little whirlwind had appeared in his eyes

and was whirling faster and faster and the blood on his teeth made it nearly unbearable to look at. Again he started to whistle the same melody. Not far from him, I could now see another character. He seemed a little off. He came toward the whistle guy, smiling. The whistle guy just lifted his hand with a hatchet above his head.

head and struck the other character on the shoulder. The other character started to scream in a macabre way, but the whistle guy didn't flinch and continued to strike the body again and again until only a pile of flesh and bone was left. He left the other character on the floor and started to walk again. Another character, a woman this time, came across the whistle guy, and as soon as she saw the pile of flesh, she started to run in the other direction. The whistle guy didn't try to chase her.

He simply threw his hatchet with all his strength and he struck the lady in the back. She fell screaming for someone to help, but it was in vain. The whistle guy grabbed his hatchet back and then struck the lady multiple times, just as he did the previous character. The whistle guy went on for minutes killing everyone he came across. When he was not whistling, a disturbing grin was on his face. He looked completely deranged. And then he suddenly stopped.

All I could see was his back. He was completely still. Slowly, he started to turn his head toward the screen, and with every inch, a terrible bonecracking sound could be heard, as if he was breaking his neck in the process. Little by little, his face became more visible. It was as if he was staring right through me, the little whirlwinds in his eyes turning at incredible speed.

He was smiling at me too. Then he put his finger in his lips. still looking straight at me, and said, after that, everything went black. No more sound, no more images. The video was over. The tape came out of the VCR by itself. I just sat there for ten long minutes.

I didn't know what to do. I was petrified and in total disbelief. What just happened? It felt like the whistle guy could see me behind the screen and that what he gave me was just a warning. I couldn't think straight, but I was tired, so I took the tape and hid it in the cupboard that was nearby. Then I lay in the couch and fell asleep instantly.

During my short sleep, I had weird nightmares. I could see him, the whistle guy, watching me sleep. In the nightmare I couldn't move. It was like sleep paralysis. His body was hunched over me, his head above mine, the same grin he had in the video still on his face. His hatchet was also back in his skull, and drops of blood were falling on me. He was so close I could see my reflection in his eyes.

He then grabbed the handle of the hatchet and started to take it out very slowly. The sound it made gave me goosebumps, but I still couldn't move. I was now covered in his blood. Then he finally took it out. He lifted it above his head. And at the moment I should have received the fatal stroke. He smiled wider and put his finger on his lips. and said,

Sh, panting and sweating, and my heart raced in my chest. I sat down on the couch, wondering if all of it was true. But there was no blood around me, no whistle guy. I was alone, and it was still dark in my house. I checked my watch, and it was only 6 a.m. I looked at the VCR, and remembered I hit the tape in the cupboard. I grabbed it and went upstairs and threw it in the attic. I've never been back up there since.

In the days following that incident, everything got worse and worse. I had feared hallucinations that gave me nausea and vertigo. At least, I like to think it was only hallucinations. I could see the whistle guy everywhere while I was watching TV, but he only appeared in cartoons. The first time I saw him, he was in an episode of The Simpsons. He was in the opening credits, waiting in front of the family house, holding his hatchet, ready to strike Homer as soon as he got out of the car.

I blinked for one second, and he wasn't there anymore. The next time was during a family guy episode, again during the opening credits. He was at the top of the stairs with the family dances. He was also dancing, the hatchet buried in his head. He stayed visible for longer than before. And worse, he was still staring right at me. Every time, he seemed a little closer. After a while, I resigned myself to not watch cartoons anymore

because he was indeed getting closer and closer and now all I could see were his whirlwind eyes looking through my soul I was tempted to show the video to other people just to verify that I was not going completely crazy isn't that what Boris was trying to do but I don't know

I had the feeling I shouldn't I started to ask myself questions why did Boris bring the tape to school why was he talking about it so much was he trying to infect us with the whistle guy too and if that was the case, why would he do that? The days kept getting worse and worse. Now, when I was going for a walk in broad daylight,

I could hear the whistle behind me. My nights were filled with gruesome nightmares, and when I woke up, I could hear him hushing me from under the bed. I never dared to try and look under. I just knew he was there, waiting for me. I went online to find information on him, but I couldn't find anything.

I was expecting that result. It was like, apart from Boris and I, nobody had heard of him. I was at a loss. I just accepted my situation. I just felt that talking about it would make it worse. So, I decided to bear all of it by myself. One night, I was getting back from work in my car. I heard a quiet whistling sound coming from the back seat.

I didn't dare look in the rear view mirror immediately. but after a few minutes curiosity went over my fear I checked but there was nothing nothing at the back seat he was on the passenger side I slammed down the brakes

as he reached for me with his hands and I left the car as he opened his mouth and led out a deafening scream I fell backwards in the middle of the street and I saw the passenger door open he was whistling he appeared slowly and came my way happily whistling, the hatchet visible in his hand.

The headlights of my car shown on his face. The same terrifying face I'd seen so many times. Then he stopped. I pushed myself backwards, the surface of the road catching my clothes, and his throat started to make the same sound as in the cartoon. His eyes stared into mine. His mouth was deformed in a horrible grin, and his body was still. Actually, we were both still.

After several minutes It seemed like an eternity His head started to inflate More and more until it reached an inordinate size Going way above the top of the car It sounded like thousands of blooms being inflated At the same time Under the pressure

His eyes popped out of the sockets The wound on his head never poured that much blood He was squirting everywhere The headlights were covered in it Giving a gloomy reddish light And because of that The scene was even more disturbing. Without warning, he ran towards me with impressive speed. Just before his body touched

mine, his head exploded in a deafening roar. I felt pieces of his skull touching my face and body. I panicked, got up and scurred to the car. I was so stressed that I could not get hold of the keys still on the ignition to start the engine. I wanted to leave as soon as possible. I had blood in my eyes. I could barely see what was happening in front of me. I was finally able to find the keys and turn them quickly to start the car. Just before pressing the accelerator, I could see the whistle guy, still standing,

axe in hand. His head was slowly inflating again. But before he could do anything else, I sped off, crushing the accelerator pedal, and drove as fast as possible to my house. The blood had completely disappeared. It was as if none of it had happened.

I could not sleep that night, because he was there again. I could hear him. whistling outside in the garden. I did not tell you much about my girlfriend, but you have to know that I did not tell her anything. She found my behaviour very strange that week, even though I had to hide my emotions as much as possible. Sleeping the couch did not help.

I was afraid to tell her about it because she never heard him whistling. She didn't see it when he appeared in the cartoons. I was afraid that if I told her about it, she too would end up seeing him and be tortured by his presence. I heard it again and saw it a few times after that, but that's not the worst of it. The worst is what I am becoming little by little. Just like him, I whistle without even realising it.

I hear him more and more often, nearly every day. Sometimes I seem staring out the window, when I go home on the road, or when I take a shower. I know I am doomed, but what I'm sure of is that I shouldn't share this tape. That's why, one morning, I went up to the attic to get it and destroy it. But it was no longer there. I was sure that I threw it there.

I immediately questioned my girlfriend to see if she had seen it and the pretext that it was a video of me as a child that I had found while clearing the attic. But nothing came of it. She assured me that she had not touched it. I knew why it disappeared. I knew the whistle guy was keeping it with him. He had given it to Boris because he was on the verge of death and the fact that he shared it would have been beneficial to the whistle guy.

But before anyone could watch the video, he hanged himself. It was too late. But the whistle guy is now at my place. This monster had succeeded and he knows that I would never, ever share this video with others. I suppose it only postponed the inevitable, like in the movie The Ring. But I would still prefer to die first than to do that to others. Here I am today. A smile frozen in my face that I cannot remove.

The muscles of my cheeks are sore. But I had to tell you all of that before I left. I wrote a farewell letter to my family, my friends, without mentioning the whistle guy once. I do not want them to start looking for this tape. This post that I write up as a purpose. It is necessary that a maximum number of people out there, of my peer group are warned.

The tape has disappeared, but I'm sure the whistle guy dropped it off somewhere else. If one day you see a tape called Whistle Guy's Day, do not touch it, even if you want to destroy it, and under no circumstances should you try to watch it, otherwise the Whistle Guy will be chasing you. As I write this, I feel his breath in my neck.

I know he's behind me. My lips keeps stretching and a horrible grin. I know why the whistle guy was asking me to shut up now, telling me to, shush. On the one hand, it allowed him to torture me as he pleased, but on the other, if I had talked about it, he would have started all over again with someone else. But he left away to a long time now, because when I tie the rope that is next to me around my neck,

he won't be able to act for a long time. Once more, I beg you, if you find this tape, never, ever watch it, because the whistle guy can be everywhere. This tape can fall into anyone's hands. I was able to hold it for a while, but it will eventually come out of the shadows again. And if that is the case, if you find it, it will catch you too, and you will live forever in the nightmare of this cursed cartoon. Thank you.