CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I received an emergency alert that said I'd been abducted" Creepypasta

Episode Date: January 10, 2021

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at least superficially familiar with any one we call a stranger, a foreigner, another. Humans know humans. Humans know human thinking. Human behavior, human ideas. These behaviors and ideas may be strange, especially if exhibited by persons outside of our social or cultural group, but we're still able to recognize them as being of human origin. My inability to see the humanity in that thing is what saved me. It's a strange thing to see an emergency broadcast alert issued for your name, especially if you're not a child, and hadn't been gone from your home long enough to be deemed missing.

It's extraordinarily bizarre on the fact that you live alone is taken into consideration, and have no immediate peers or contacts who will be. notice and report your absence. And yet, as I made my way towards my friend's house, who had texted me, asking if I'd help remove some furniture, I received the text alert declaring that I had gone missing. It had even given my last known location, my apartment complex, and an area in which I might be located. But the thing that unsettled me, the thing that made me stop in place and stare at my phone as if it was something unfamiliar to me, was that it also had given the suspected identity of my abductor.

The person, the identity of the abductor, was the same as the abductee. According to the text, which had been sent in the same manner as the Amber Alert, I had abducted myself. My phone buzzed several times and vibrated in accordance to the sequence of buzzes while the text flashed on screen. The puzzling details contained within a box outlined in red. I stared at the screen for several seconds, as if unconsciously waiting for something, before dismissing the prompt. Still, incredulous, I went through my text and at first thought that I'd simply imagined the thing.

Somehow, despite having a clear mind at the time, when I failed to find the message in my texts. Then I remembered that I'd never been able to find past emergency alerts in my default texting app, and after a few minutes of searching through menus, I finally found where they're stored. and despite my hopes and dreams, there the message was the topmost alert, detailing my self-achieved abduction. Seeing it a second time made me extremely conscious of my surroundings, even though the suspect in question was myself. I'd been walking along on an unlit sidewalk,

which lined a fairly long and seldom travelled road, at least for this time of year. The direction I'd been going was away from my town, further into the one suburban areas of the region where my aforementioned friend lives. It was late in the day, around 9pm, but my friend had insisted in his text that I helped him move some furniture from one room into another,

because he was going to be extremely busy at work throughout the following day and wouldn't have time otherwise. Having nothing going on at the time, I agreed to help and decided to walk over instead of taking an Uber. The night was cool, but not uncomfortably chilly, and I hadn't really had much exercise early in the day being off work. I scanned my surroundings, which were admittedly unremarkable at face value, but which had taken on an air of grave gloominess following the reception of the cryptic alert.

There was no wind, and this particular area was devoid of housing, so there weren't any dogs howling in the night, or faintly heard televisions, no sounds of civilization. The area was virtually noiseless, pretern naturally silent, island, and I suddenly sensed that this was not due to the general emptiness of the area, but the work or effect of some greater, imperceptible influence. But I had travelled about half the distance to my friend's house, so I figured that I might as well continue on.

As I walked, I decided to text my friend and ask if he received the same alert, wording it as casually as possible. My friend can be a bit of an asshole, and considering that I was undeniably creeped. out I didn't want him mocking me if it turned out to be an error or a joke of some kind. I typed out the message, press send and put my phone in my pocket. I walked several paces, then withdrew my phone again, expecting to find a response. But when I checked the screen, I saw the little symbol that indicates a message hadn't been sent.

For some reason, my text hadn't gone through, so I tried sending it again, this time watching to make sure and it failed. A chill ran down my spine. My nerves suddenly becoming excited. My party tensed, and yet I still tried to hold onto some semblance of rational thinking. I deleted the message, telling myself that that particular effort was in some way flawed

and typed out another message, this time even using different wording and sent it. But just like the previous attempt, the message failed. The little text box grayed out with a red circle intersected by a line sitting beside. inside it. A few moments later, I found out that I couldn't make calls, nor connect to the internet via my 4G.

The mundaneity of my surroundings was completely forgotten, and I found myself sensing some vague threat among the shadows, an unknown yet inimical force encroaching upon the atmosphere, its target being the sole occupant of that stretch of road. Me. My shoes were fairly beat. I'd worn them for pretty much every occasion and circumstance for the last few years. And yet, I found myself jogging steadily, even as the battered souls scraped along the concrete, and the frayed shoe strings flopped haphazardly about, threatening to trip me if I made

the slightest miscalculation in footing. I was terrified, despite the absence of a known source of terror. I jogged through an environment made eerie by circumstances, carrying in my pocket an extremely expensive object that had inexplicably failed in his most basic purpose. There was something going on. Of that, I was sure, and my inability to figure it out made the entire situation so much more unsettling. Eventually, the first few houses came to view ahead, their outlines reconciling against the blackness in the distance, lights shining dolly through windows or above porches. I was maybe two minutes away from the neighbourhood and another five from my friend's house, when all the lights were suddenly and simultaneously extinguished, and

a darkness, deeper than before, sprung up before me. I abruptly came to a stop, nearly tripping over my own feet. I felt extremely vulnerable, so I try my best to stifle my panting. The silence had been unsettling, but now, coupled with the darkness, it was oppressive, almost malevolent. I couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything, total sensory deprivation. I felt trapped at the absolute bottom of an abyss, so far as far as far as a bit of an abyss, surrounded by nothingness that was so total, so wide-spaning, that it became a terrifying presence of its own.

My phone then vibrated in my pocket, making me involuntarily cry-outs and surprise. I gripped the phone, suppressing the vibration, and listened. But I didn't hear anything that would have denoted the approach of someone or something. My cry hadn't alerted anyone. Trembling, I withdrew my phone from my pocket, dimming the brightness as I unlocked the screen. amidst the omnipresent darkness, the screen was like a blinding flare. I felt dangerously exposed, even though danger hadn't yet presented itself. On the screen, another alert message flashed, and my heart skipped a beat when I read the text.

Keep the light on, maximum brightness, you are not safe in the dark. Do not let the darkness envelop you, or she will find you. She is jealous. You will be replaced. The message flashed several times and then dismissed itself. I stared at my home screen for a moment, my mind trying to keep itself from unraveling in terror. My eyes went to the top of the screen,

and my heart sank upon seeing the remaining battery percentage. 12%. I hadn't expected to go out that night, so I hadn't worried about charging my phone. I quickly went to my battery settings, enabled the maximum power-saving option, which shut down any apps for running the background, lowered the screen's resolution

and prevented certain battery exhausting functions from automatically activating. This included my 4G connection. While the battery percentage didn't change, the projected lifespan had. It went from 22 minutes to 54, and I silently whispered my thanks to whom ever designed the literally life-saving system.

With nearly every other function deactivated, I increased my brightness and almost screamed as the projected battery life immediately plummeted to only 3,000, 30-odd minutes. I decided to continue walking, telling myself that I was only a few minutes away from my friend's house, and that I would be perfectly safe there. But upon locking up from my phone, I felt extremely disoriented, as if my surroundings had

shifted in the short passage of time. Even though I couldn't make out anything through the darkness, I was certain that either my surroundings had changed, or I had inexplicably been repositioned to face a different direction from where I'd been looking before. The silence was gradually broken by a mounting pulsation, and I almost panicked before realizing that it was the beating of my own heart that resonated dully in my phone illuminated space. I tried to calm myself, but hadn't ever been in such a frightening situation before, and

didn't know any mantras or prayers or mental games with which to calm or distract myself. I stood, petrified, bathed in the glow of my phone's screen, while his battery dwinded. at its disconcerally steady rate, now at 9%. With fingers that frantically flicked, pressed and typed, I tried to search through my phone to find any hidden functions or background applications that might still be running in the hopes of extending the pitifully low battery. But after a few minutes of this and further loss of battery, I realized that I was only hastening the battery's depletion.

Terrified, defeated, I went back to the phone's home screen and held it close to me. I feared walking in any direction, lest I venture farther from my friend's neighbourhood and be caught deep in the Antarctic territory when the battery finally ran out. When the battery reached 4%, I started to shake uncontrollably, thoroughly terrified by my seemingly hopeless predicament. A few seconds later, the screen suddenly cut out, the phone not bothering to limp through the last few percentages. Again since, I cried out, infuriated at being cheated. of those last few precious minutes of light, of life. I thought for some reason that I would be afforded a few moments at peace before the arrival of whatever horror I'd been warned against.

I guess I hoped that it would have taken its time in manifesting, but just as the manufacturer's logo of my phone faded away and the screen assumed a black blankness, I heard the quickly approaching footsteps of some otherwise silent pursuer. Thankfully, flight won out against fight, and my legs obeyed the panicked command of my mind to run. Through visually impenetrable darkness, I ran, no longer caring whether or not I sprinted closer or farther away

from what I'd hoped would be safety. Behind me, horribly audible, the footsteps gained. I pursue only a few paces behind me. I've never been much of a runner, had jogged on occasion were urged by friends, but in that moment I felt as if I were running Olympically. Control of my body was transferred to previously buried mechanisms of survival, motioned along with its primal efficiency as I fled in myler's terror away from some equally swift horror. I saw nothing, feared collision with nothing, only wanted, needed to escape that dark-born hunter. A pin break of light suddenly came into view, far off in the distance, a beacon of hope, of sanity.

my tired legs pushed on, accelerating with renewed vitality. My lungs hastily cycled air. My blood pumped vigorously. All thought, all impulses of nerve were focused on reaching that brilliant destination. The footballs behind me were almost in sync with my own. Their owner literally at my heels. But I hadn't looked back. Didn't think for one moment to.

The light grew, the area over which it shone was defined. A street lamp position. over a street corner. I'd been heading towards my friend's neighbourhood after all, even though it had seemed as if I'd been running for much longer than the few minutes it should have taken me. Half a mile, a fourth, a few feet, an arm's length. I burst into that circle of light, actually felt a difference in the illuminated atmosphere, but before I was fully inside, I felt a sudden and unfightable resistance. I was jerked down, violently, pulled to the ground by a fore. much stronger than me. My hip landed on the pavement on the street, and pain, unlike anything

I'd felt before, shot through my entire body, stunning me. But before I could scramble back into the light, I was pulled away, dragged into that awful darkness. Flight no longer an option, my priorities shifted, and an arm came up, desperately swinging at the source of my capture, still obscured by the darkness. I felt my hand, hard-strike against a surface, and something led out of the blood-chilling snarl. My hand, before I could pull it away, was seized, and a second later I cried out incessantly as my wrist was quickly broken. My limp wrist was tossed aside, and my body was dragged under the scope of the light.

A voice, filled with savage contempt, then spat out the words. It's my turn. What happened next hadn't exactly been a conscious decision on my part. Only looking back now, freed of that nightmare, does it seem like the only logical sequence of thought and action. Just as I left the perimeter of light, a thought came into my mind, a memory of times for my phone had prematurely died, kicking the bucket before actually reaching zero.

Each time, I had managed to turn it back on and experience a few moments of life before it abruptly died again. With this in mind, my remaining usable hand reached across my body, somehow managed to retrieve my phone from the opposite pocket and turned it on. Desperately, filled with both. both fear and anger, I jumped the screen into what I hoped would be the face of my attacker. The space above me was filled with the bright whiteness of my phone's activation, illuminating a monstrous image.

It was a human face, horribly malformed, but familiar. Despite the warped features, I recognised my own face, staring hatefully down at me. My, its eyes were misaligned, with one too high on the face and the other too long. The nose appeared broken or wrongly grown, and the mouth curved up but hideously, as if the cheek had been cut into an awful extension of a smile. For the first instant, the eyes merely squinted at the suddenly introduced light, but then the twisted mimic shrieked awfully and the topmost eye burst into flames. Their grip on me was immediately released and their hands went to their face, trying to slap away the flames. seconds later the entire head was aflame and the hands followed suit not long after. As afraid of the fire as I was of this hideous doppelganger, I scrambled back into the light,

ignoring the white-hot pain in my wrist as I put pressure upon my barely working hand. I heard its voice, my voice intermittently call out for help between shrieks of agony, a natural impulse to help it nearly overcame me, but I was stopped from returning to that darkness by how inhuman the voice, sounded, even though it had barely resembled my own. Had it not been so wicked sounding, so not right, I might have gone to it. I entered that circle of light beneath the streetlight and watched breathlessly as that other, fainter light faded away into the darkness, and with it, the dying streets of my monstrous reflection. Dumbly, I stood and walked to my friend's house.

With my free hand, I knocked on his door, and a moment later, he was staring at me with an expression. enough surprise. Before I could speak, he said, Oh, didn't you get my text? Right after I asked for your help, I texted my boss to see if I could come late, and he said he wouldn't mind. I texted you right after. I looked at my phone, just as the notification for a text message popped up on screen. But before I could open it, my phone died. Looking back, I saw the preternatural gloom recede, and the street resumed its ordinarily dark setting. It happened quickly. far too quickly for me to draw my friend's attention to it.

My eyes scanned the street, searching for the other me that I had set aflame. But all I saw was a thin trail of smoke leading off towards the side of the road into a thicket of bushes far away. Oh my God, what happened to your hand? I turned to my friend, silently cursing him for reminding me of the pain,

and asked, if he had a charger I could use.