CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I see a finger poking out of the sofa" Creepypasta

Episode Date: July 21, 2022

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I work at I was once called a computer repair shop, though the owners changed the branding to tech repair shop a few years back, when they started seeing more phones and tablets than actual desktops. It's not bad work overall. About half the problems are really simple fixes, rebooting the devices, getting rid of some buggy software or app, that kind of thing. The other half we give to Melissa to figure out, as she'd forgotten more than I'd learned in the two years I've been working there.

Occasionally we get people coming in with lost and found type stuff, computers or phones that someone left behind or lost. People come in, sign a form saying they've made a diligent effort to find the original owner without success, and then we wipe the device for them when we can. What we don't tell them beforehand is that we usually check the devices before wiping them. Not trying to be nosy or anything, but our boss also doesn't want the reputation of laundering stolen phones or damaging property without the owner's permission. Sometimes we're able to find a way of reaching the owner. If we do, we return the phone to whoever brought it in and tell them the info we found.

After that, it's on them to do the right thing. Other times, the device's owner isn't as easy to figure out, and usually those do get to. wiped and restored, unless, of course, we find something else strange on it. It doesn't happen often. Once Melissa found a computer with some bad stuff on it and reported to the cops, but that was before my time. And while I'd seen the odd stuff from time to time, there was nothing that it actually really bothered or freaked me out.

But three weeks ago, I came into work to find a phone waiting to be. be cleaned. The paperwork was signed by Vince Teller. He was a regular. His cleaning company covered the rest stop and parked bathrooms for 50 miles up and down the interstate, and over time I was becoming convinced he was making more money from selling second-hand smartphones than scrubbing toilets. Still, he wasn't a thief so far as I knew, and when I tapped on the glass, the home screen came into view. No pin or nothing. Easy peasy. I did a cursory glance

to the phone, but it was either very new, or it had already been partially wiped. No contacts, no email set up, no owner info. To be fair, it was in great shape other than a thin scratch on one corner of the screen.

I was getting ready to do a factory reset when I saw a little icon in the app drawer I didn't recognize. It was just a red eye, no name or anything. Frowning, I touched the eye. The screen went black, and then a video began to play. It was in a house, or what looked like a house at least,

though it could have been a set or something, as the angle never changed much. The room looked like a study, with big bookshelves along the far wall filled with leather books behind a huge leather sofa that covered the back half of a thick woven rug The image quality and lighting was very clear and I found myself wondering if this was the pre-rendered video opening to a game or

That's when they dragged the woman into view I never saw her face Her head was covered by a black sack the entire time And even at the end it never came off The rest of her was bare And I felt myself blushing as I stared at the screen Was this some kind of niche adult content? But no, nothing like that.

Her captors, her murderers were two men wearing masks and hooded sweatshirts. They brutalized her in just about every way imaginable for ten minutes before one of them stood up and began stomping on her head. I was on the verge of tears by then. There was no sound that I could make out, but the video was enough. This wasn't staged or fake. I just watched them murder some poor girl. Well, handshaking, I carried the phone to the back where Melissa was replacing a hard drive in her laptop.

When she first looked up, she seemed irritated, but her expression became worried when she saw my face. Paul, what is it? I handed her the phone wordlessly. It had reverted to the outdraw after the video was done, so I pointed at the red eye and told her to hit it and watch. Tell me if she thought what I did. Her face paled as she watched the video.

And when she was done, she rewounded and played parts a couple more times. Finally, she looked up at me. Her expression's serious. I don't know. It could be real sure, but it could also be fake. I frowned. How could someone fake that? That's not CGI or something.

something, that was a real person." Melissa shrugged, her voice soft. Yeah, I know, but... But look, you kids are so used to computer special effects and stuff that it's easy to forget how much more realistic stuff looks when it's real. She rolled her eyes slightly. Not like real, real, I mean like using practical effects, like they used to do more in movies and stuff.

I'm no expert, but the fact that her face is always covered is suspicious. And you notice by the time they start. stomping her, she's not moving at all. Now that could be them stomping a real person, or it could be a clever edit where they swapped out a dummy. She replayed that part of the video. See,

they zoomed in for that part. You can barely even see a skin anymore when they start stomping. Mainly, it's the black bag and the boot coming down. That's not hard to fake if they wanted. I nodded. Okay, I can see that maybe. Despite

myself, I felt the first time flutters of hopeful relief. I didn't want it to be real, and I was willing to take any other halfway reasonable explanation. Anything else that stands out to you? Well, the finger coming out the sofa, I guess. I felt my eyes widen. The what? Melissa raised an eyebrow at me.

You didn't notice. It was pretty obvious in the middle of the video. She scrubbed backward and then hit play. see to the right where they've got the girl coming out the back of the sofa she was right it was small but very clear once i saw it a long thin finger poking out of the back of the sofa as i watched it stretched and scratched at the back of the seat cushion below it as though trying to find enough purchase to pull its owner free from whatever held them inside the furniture i could even make out the tip of the finger nail, swollen and black, like the finger had been caught in something or hammered. I looked back up at her. How does that mean it's fake? She shrugged.

I mean, it doesn't necessarily, but doesn't it seem a bit staged? Like the cameraman wanted to get the finger in the shot. Frowning, she didn't look entirely convinced the self. Look, who brought this in? It was here this morning, got dropped off by the toilet king. "'Millisca grimaced. "'Blessie skis.' "'She sat the phone back down with a distasteful look.

"'But maybe it's a little horror video, "'got left in the rest up for someone to find. "'Did it have a lock on it?' "'I shook my head. "'No, it opened right up.' "'She looked a little relieved. "'Well, there you go. "'Probably someone trying to make a video go viral

"'or become an urban legend or something dumb. When I didn't respond, she let out a sigh and nodded. But I get why it bothers you. It does me too. Tell you what, give me some time to fiddle with it and see what I can figure out. If we aren't satisfied it's fake after that, we'll go to the cops. Sound fair? I nodded.

Yeah, fair. I was going to check on it later that day. But I didn't want to bug Melissa when I knew she was working. on other stuff. The next day I was off and I'd resolved to check with her that following morning. But that's when Kira came into the store. We hit it off immediately. She just moved to town and was looking for a good used laptop. We didn't sell many computers, used or otherwise, but I tried to keep the conversation going while technically telling her we didn't have what she was looking for. I kept expecting her to bail

But after half an hour of chatting We'd made a date for the next night I was grinning when she left the store But my smile faltered when I turned around to find Melissa smirking at me Okay Romeo if you're done making your social plans for the week Come look what I found on our mystery phone My face grew hot as I followed her back Partly because she caught me flirting at work

and partly because I really had forgotten about the phone as soon as Kira had walked in. Stomach tightening, I sat down at the work table with Melissa. The phone was there, but instead of opening it, she pointed at a laptop. Okay, so I pulled some stuff off of it. First, I looked for any kind of information about the video itself or the app. It's pretty blank. Oddly blank. Whoever set it up knew what.

they were doing and I can't find a version of the app anywhere on the internet but either intentionally or not though I guess it was intentional they did leave the video file exposed enough for me to get information on it she clicked on a folder and pulled up a long string of code I didn't understand gesturing at the screen she went on so this is part of a digital watermark associated with the file and there's a few things interesting about it First, this format of digital watermark is designed primarily for streaming videos and is pretty advanced stuff. Aline Din. So like, this video was streamed when we watched it?

Like, it was live? She shook her head. No, not live or actively streaming. It's saved in the phone's memory. But I think it's a cash and the first time the video was played on the phone. It probably was streamed. Doesn't mean it was live then either, but I definitely think it was streamed the first time. Okay, so, does that matter?

Melissa pursed the lips. Maybe, maybe not, but it stood out to me when I looked at the watermark more. Some of this information, it's got spots that tag and owner, a location, that kind of thing. It's meant to help prevent copyright infringements after all. But all of that's blank. The only field that's being used, is the timestamp, which far as I can tell, is showing when it first streamed. And that's where it gets weird.

She was dragging this out on purpose, and I had to try and hide my irritation as I played along. Weird. How? Well, the stamp shows a date and time that's three weeks from now, like the video was streamed for the first time on this phone, three weeks in the future. at 849 p.m. I shrugged. I mean, can't that stuff be faked pretty easily? Frowning, she closed that window.

Faked, yes, easily. Not with this kind of stuff. It's all encrypted. It took me a couple of hours to get what I got. And even then, I just managed to extract some service metadata that isn't even really protected. I wouldn't begin to know how to change that data though. She let out a laugh. Not that there aren't some that could. Anything can be hacked after

all. She shot me a sidelong glance, pausing for a moment before going on. Besides, I also found this. Clicking on another file, she pulled up what looked like a screenshot of. What was this? It's a cast list, Melissa burst out laughing. See, it's just some weird online adult content. Girl victim, killer number one, killer number two. They even have man in the couch, played by Stuart Greenfield if you wanted to check out what else he's in. I puffed out a breath and cleared at her.

Damn, you could have just told me that, all the dramatic build-up. Melissa chuckled. I could have, but it wouldn't have been nearly as fun. And I spent most of yesterday messing with it to find that out. I thought about calling you, but I decided this was funnier. Shaking my head, I stood up. So, all the rest of that was made up. She met my gaze, her smile faltering.

No, everything I said was true. And whoever cracked that watermark, to make it say three weeks from now, they know what they're doing. They should be working on making bank as a computer consultant, not dropping off weird videos at a rest stop. Could say the same about you? Why are you still here after all this time? She shrugged, low pressure, low stakes, and I don't need the money.

She broke into another grin. Plus, I get to torture newbies from time to time. Grimmising, I headed for the door. Yeah, yeah, congratulations, you got me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go daydream about my hot date. I went out with Kira the next night, and a few nights after. Over the last few days, we've been spending more and more time together, and we've been talking about a trip this weekend.

So when she called me tonight, as I was closing up the store, at first I was happy and excited. Then I heard her crying. What's wrong? Did something happen? I got a new phone today, right? but I got it at lunch, so I waited to take it out and set it up when I got home tonight. And right away, as soon as I get it out of the box, I drop it. It only has a light scratch on the screen, so no big deal right.

But I'm worried now. I turn it on, wanting to make sure it's working okay. It doesn't go through the normal new phone startup stuff, which I thought was weird. But my main thing is that I'm trying to make sure it's not jacked up, so I try a couple of different apps. I froze halfway across the parking lot to my car. Um, yeah, did, did it mess up? No, I just, I clicked on this one app.

It was like an eye. I thought maybe it was a camera or something. Instead, it played a video. It was this video of a girl getting attacked and... Damn Paul, I think they killed her. I started walking again. Um, it's, it's fake. I had that on a phone at work a few.

My tongue started growing fat in my mouth. Did you say you scratched your screen? Yeah, it's a fake, really, because it looked... Where? Where in your screen was it scratched? Um, I guess it's like the lower right side. It's not a big deal. Paul, are you sure it... Her voice became distant as I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at the time.

9.04 p.m. Hand shaking, I tried to unlock my car door as I brought my phone back up. Kira, listen to me. Lock your doors. Go to your bedroom and lock that too. I'll be over in just a few minutes and I'll call before I knock. But if you hear anyone else, you call 911, okay? Paul, if it's just a fake, then why?

Please, I'll explain what I get there. Just stay safe until I do. Okay? Okay, just See you in a minute Hanging up, I put my phone away And use my other hand to steady the key enough To get it in and unlock my car

As I started to open the door I fumbled the keys again This time enough to drop them in the dark below Cursing I brace myself against the car With my right hand as I leaned down To get my keys with my left It was as I bent down That I bumped the door with the top of the top of the door

with the top of my head. I heard a short, metallic squeal as the door began to close again, and then my head exploded with a pain as the car door closed on my hand. Grunting, I yanked the door open and pulled my hand free. The door scraped across the tips of my other fingers, but my index finger had been caught in the first joint and mashed hard enough that hot and cold waves of pain pulsed down my arm with a beating of my heart.

Trembling, I held my hand up so I could see my finger better in the dim sodium light of the parking lot. I let out a small sob at what I saw. My long, thin finger, the tip and nail already darkening as they filled with blood.