CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I took a job cleaning sewers for a private contractor" Creepypasta

Episode Date: May 29, 2020

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I've had a lot of dead-end jobs before, but never one that required me to sign a non-disclosure agreement. Before we order your background check, we need you to sign an NDA. Is that okay? Clyde, the president of Kimball Private Municipal Services, said, A what? I'll admit, I didn't know what an NDA was at the time, but once Clyde explained what it was, I felt something I hadn't in years. I felt important

Just so we're clear If I sign this I can't tell anyone what I do for my job I asked You can tell people you clean sewers For Kimball Private Municipal Services But you can't divulge any sensitive details About our clients

He said Like What We run into odd things in the sewers occasionally And our clients generally don't want word getting out he said Like dead bodies? There was an awkward pause

He's definitely talking about dead bodies Because I've seen like a million horror movies And dead bodies do not bother me at all I said Hoping to reassure him Tell you what If you see something weird on the job And have a strong desire to tell someone outside of work about it

Orrin it by me first Fair enough Assuming the end of the end of the NDA is still in effect, which I'm pretty sure it's not. I've changed in names of all the people and places in this story. Four days later, I was in a Kimball Private Municipal Services truck with Clyde and two other guys, heading to my first job. I sat in the back with a guy I'll call Baird A.

Clyde and another guy I'll call BADB were in the front. Now, Scotty, Clyde said, half turning around from the driver's seat, we have a unique job, he said. Most of our clients, well, all of our clients, are small towns in central Montana. He continued, they're too small to manage their own sewer system or they don't have the manpower, so they outsourced to us. Too small to manage your own sewer? Why do you even exist as a town at that point?

I asked. Good question, Bairdby said. Clyde continued. Well, pretty much all the residents in these towns are old people, retired folks, living out their golden years, without the hustle and bustle of big city life. It's got to be incredibly boring for them, I said. Beard A laughed.

Let's just say, they can be very creative in finding things to occupy their time, Beardby said. Like what? I said. The truck was silent for a moment. I assume I'm going to find out. Beard A turned to me and nodded, smiling. Our first job that day was a routine punk clean in Rowley. Beard A and I went down the manhole with our power washer and tools.

The whole job took about half an hour, then we were on our way out. Beard A went up the ladder first. Just before I was about to go up, I noticed something bobbing in the water. You coming, Scotty, Bearday called down. I pulled the bobbing thing out of the water. It was a blood-stained shoe. I instantly felt sick. Someone died here, I said.

If I hadn't been so hyped up about finding weird stuff in the sewers, I probably would have investigated further. But not then. Yeah, maybe, Bearday said. I hauled ass up the ladder and apparently looked very spooked because Clyde and Beardby commented on it. "'Jesus, you see it goes down there, Scotty?' "'Beardby asked.

"'No, no, I'm cool. "'Just, you know, the smell of crap all over,' I said, awkwardly. "'Beard A laughed. "'You'll get used to it,' Clyde said. "'I sure hope so. "'Twenty minutes into the drive to our next job, "'I was feeling uneasy about whatever was to come. "'So where are we going next?'

"'I asked, in a few. shaky voice. That reminds me, Beardby said. You got the weed, Beard A. Sure do, he said, and pulled a silver cartridge from his bag. His Clyde couldn't do anything about this, smoking weed on the job? Beard A took a long drag and exiled slowly, extended the cartridge towards me. Oh, um, I'm good, I said.

You don't smoke? He asked. Well, I do. I mean, I did, until I had to get clean for this job, and also it's my first day of work. I want to stay sharp, I stammered. Beardby took the cartridge and did three quick puffs. Then, to my shock, Clyde, the company president and the operator of our vehicle grabbed the cartridge from Beardby and took a couple deep draggs.

You sure, Scotty? he asked. Am I missing something? Also, no one ever answered my question. where the hell are we going? To be honest, I was little ticked off that everyone was so casual about smoking weed on the job. I mean, I was stoked that my team was cool with smoking,

but part of me felt like I was being set up. Right, Clyde said, we're going to Arch Falls, ever heard of it? The little lake town? Of course, but didn't that place burn down in the 70s? I said. Bearday snorted a laugh. It burned enough to shut the whole town down, Beardby said.

But a lot of the structures are still intact. But I thought you couldn't even drive to it. It was so bad, I said. There's a little country road that goes through the backside. The three of them passed the cartridge around again. Wait, so you're telling me that Arch Falls is one of your clients? One of our clients, Scotty, Clyde reassured. We pulled onto a dirt road that led into a small canyon.

T-minus ten minutes, Bearday said, and laid his head back. Who exactly is paying you? I mean, us. The town is abandoned, isn't it? I asked. Not exactly, Clyde said. There is a sunshine in my soul today.

Beer Day started singing with his eyes closed. He was smiling, more glorious and bright. Dude, Scotty, You need the weed, man, Beardby said in the front seat, high out of his mind. Oh, the sunshine, blessed sunshine.

Bearday bellowed. Listen, Scotty, we had you sign those NDAs, right? Clyde said, over the singing. Yeah, I said. What? Yes, I signed the NDA. Where the peaceful, happy moments roll.

Beardby and Beard A sang together. Good, Clyde said. Okay, the people that Occupy, Archfalls are religious, like weird religious. Beard A butted in. Like, Scotty, man,

take the weirdest stuff you can think of and multiply by a hundred. That's how weird is religion. Dude, why are we calling it a religion? It's a straight-up cult if I've ever seen one. We made it through the canyon. We followed a windy road that had mountains on one side and the archivores lake on the other.

The imagery was striking, especially as the town came into focus. The buildings were half-standing and charred almost completely black. The roads were kind of powdered asphalt. The place was a sea of 50-year-old rotting rubble. When Jesus shows a smiling face, there's a sunshine in my soul, Beardby sang. We stopped in front of a church in the middle of Main Street. Its facade was badly scorched, a composite of the original red brick and sloppy patchwork. The big ornate wooden door looked fresh as if it had been replaced recently.

There were fresh flowers out front. You can't prep me for what I'm about to see? I asked as we unloaded, still sick from the bloody shoe. Like I said before, you need the weed. Beardby said, handing me the cartridge. That's the only prep that'll work. I reluctantly took it, zipped to my suit, and took a deep, deep drag.

We opened the manhole on the sidewalk in front of the church and dropped into the massive sewer tunnel. The thing was huge, the kind of underground sewer you'd expect in New York City, not some rinky-dink ghost town in Montana. As we slushed through the sewage, are flashlights bobbing down the long tunnel. Clyde gave me a partial rundown.

The client is called Crescent Ministries. They're like an offshoot of the Mormon church, I guess. A lot of old people, Clyde said. Old rich people, Bearday said. We got to an intersection of tunnels and turned left. The sound of water pouring reverberated down the tunnel. Most of them live here in town. I know the buildings look abandoned.

but most of them aren't. In fact, the only people that occupy this town are from Crescent Ministries. What about the weird stuff you all were mentioning? Well, over the years, Crescent Ministries has developed some interesting rituals, Clyde said. Rituals that cause immaculate plumbing problems. Bairday said, laughing.

We turned a corner and I could see a light at the end of the tunnel, literally. It appeared to be the outlet point of the sewer. The sewage dumps into a huge basin down there, Clyde said. Except, obviously, it's clogged right now. Hence, us, I said. Indeed. As we got to within 100 feet of the outlet, the water had to be three feet deep.

The closer we got to the clog, the deeper the water got. It smelled horrible, worse than just urine and feces. the water was thick and full of debris Just follow our lead and tried to keep it together If you can Clyde said As we continued The debris started taking similar shape

Bodily shapes Holy hell I muttered The sewage was full of bodies dressed head to toe in white bobbing in the water Most of them were floating face up With their arms and legs tied together

little water dinghies wrapped around the necks kept their heads afloat oh yeah and their eyes were open the other three continued unfazed down the tunnel that's

when something bit me damn I screamed I flashed my light down at a source of pain and saw a man dressed in all white facing Skywood with his hands tied in front of him

his eyeballs were bright against the dark backdrop but were red and swollen. Get me the hell out of here, the man said in a raspy voice. Oh my God, oh my God, I said, waiting away from him. Guys, we've got a live one over here. I yelled.

Please, please, the man whimpered. Okay, I'll help you, one minute, I said, Guys! They kept going, waiting further and further away. I started sloshing through the water, now waist deep, moving in and out of dead bodies. As I continued, more voices rang out, some of them hushed, some of them loud, some were singing, some were babbling, some were pleading. How many of these bodies were alive? I've been in the sewer for like three days, get me out, one said.

There is sunshine in my soul today. a woman sang in a hushed voice. There is darkness before the light. There is darkness before the light. There is darkness before the light. Another one muttered. I continued past all of them, trying to hold my breath.

The closer I got to the end of the tunnel, the deader the body's got. They were dressed in white as the others, but their faces were bloated and waterlogged. All of their eyes appeared to be open. As I inspected one of the best, bodies closer. I realized why. They were missing eyelids. My heart was pounding. Clyde, Beard B, and Baird A were all at the end of the tunnel, hacking away at the clock.

Clyde, Beard B, why is no one responding to me? I yelled. Clyde turn around and motioned for me to come over. We need your muscles, Scotty, he said. As I cliqued, closed in on them. I saw they were hacking away at, of course. It was more dead bodies, piled eight feet high. Welcome to Arch Falls, Beard A said, handing me a long machete type thing. You guys, I started, before feeling a wave of nausea pass over me. Beard A and Beard B continued, slashing at bodies clogging the tunnel with muted crunches. I can't do this, I said Scotty, I know it's weird, but it's their religion.

Clyde said, over the sound of crunching dead bodies. There's live ones back there, I said. I don't know what to tell you, man. It's their belief. They see darkness before light, or something like that. He said, their eyelids. Yeah, it's creepy as hell. Believe me.

Clyde said Hell yeah, the clog is clear Bearder yelled The water started flowing again carrying the bodies down the tunnel to the outlet point Where they perched 30 feet to the basin below There is sunshine in my soul today

Another woman sang just behind me Her eyes were red Nearly swollen shut But She was smiling Jesus I said watching a bob up and down.

We've got a singing sister, Clyde announced. I got it, Bearday said. Brighter than the sun, she sang as Bearday waited closer to her. My sister, are you ready for the sunshine? Bearday asked in a mock pastoral tone. My brother, I am ready for the sunshine. Show me the sunshine, she cried. Jesus Christ, I'm coming.

Bearday welded his machete high above his head and slammed it down at her throat, instantly decapitating her. A combination of the rotting sewage water and blood splashed on our faces. God damn it! What the hell! I yelled. Beardby high-fived Bearday. That was clean as hell, bro! The woman's remains floated another 30 feet or so until it reached the end of the tunnel, then disappeared. The voices got louder and louder as the group of life bodies flowed towards us.

Please, oh God, please get me out of this goddamn tunnel. This is not how Pastorati said it would be. He did not say we'd be trapped in a sewage tunnel for days like this, a floating man said frantically. Another floating woman spoke. Peter, enough, my brother. Our time is almost here. Hello, my brothers and sisters, Beardby said.

Both Beard A and Beard B wielded their machetes and came down on their heads. The man, Peter, got a blade in the middle of his face. The woman got the top part of her skull torn off. I threw up in the water. Clyde patted me on the shoulders, blankly watching the water, making sure it was flowing correctly. It's a little shocking at first. I totally get it. The water slowed again.

Damn it, Clyde said. We've got another clog. No way, Beardby said. I'm exhausted, too much slaughtering for one day. Scott is fresh, Bearday said. Plus, he's done jack all since we've been down here. He handed me a machete. You've got this, bro.

I gulped hard, wiping the vomit from my chin. I looked at Clyde, a fearless leader for guidance. Beard B and Beard A You guys take ten Scotty Head to the point of congestion there at the end of the tunnel And work it out He said

Work it out You know what that means He said And here Take this He handed me the vape pen My heart was pounding through my chest I took a couple of deep drags

Until the drug made its way to my head I felt light, careless. I nodded slowly and closed my eyes. I gripped the machete and began making the trip to the end of the tunnel, sloshing through the bobbing bodies. Voices called out, some yelling, some singing, some pleading. I ignored them the best I could. Near the end of the tunnel where the clog was, the bodies were stacked four high. I closed my eyes and steadied my eyes.

breath. There is sunshine in my soul today. Start slashing away, Scotty, one of the beards yelled down the hall. I lifted the machete and came down heavy, blindly striking the bodies. I don't know how many live people I hit, but the screams were deafening.

A couple more, a beard said, so I did a couple more. Slash, crunch, thud. The pile eventually broke free and the water started flowing again, much stronger this time. I jumped to the side of the tunnel, allowing the bodies to float by

and take their final plunge. That was quick, Scotty. Way to go, Clyde yelled above the rushing water. I'd admit, I felt proud. Disturbed, yes. Sick, absolutely.

But the other guys were impressed, and I was okay with that. I started walking against the current, which became increasingly difficult as the flow picked up. When I was about 15 feet away from the mouth of the tunnel, I felt another bite of my leg. Jesus, are you kidding me? I yelped.

I turned around to watch the biter flow past me. Please, please, he pleaded as his body floated to the end of the tunnel and plunged over the edge. God damn, I said, lifting my leg out of the water. A group of three bodies drifted sideways and caught a fast stream, plowing into me and knocking me off my feet. I fell on my back with my head toward the end of the tunnel. I was heading full steam ahead for the plunge. Help! I yelled.

A rushing water was so loud, I couldn't hear if the guys responded. I tried swimming against the current, but there were so many bodies in my way. I couldn't get traction. come with us an old woman said her eyes wide and red i tried putting my feet down to find my footing but i couldn't pure horror filled my bones as i realized what was coming next the light at the end of the tunnel got brighter and brighter the echoes of the tunnel faded away giving way to the above-ground world and then engulfed in the blinding light of the sun reflecting of the basin I fell I braced for an impact that never came

that's because I wasn't falling I was flying a hundred miles an hour towards the heavens a chorus was singing there is a sunshine in my soul today more glorious and bright I looked around and saw old people

dressed in white with their arms extended not tied together like they were in the tunnel and their eyelids appeared to be normal. They looked at each other lovingly. Someone grabbed my hand. It was the biter from the tunnel. Only he wasn't aggravated anymore. He was happy, joyful.

Someone grabbed my other hand, a similarly happy old woman I recognized from the tunnel. I tried to speak. I tried to ask what the hell was happening. But I couldn't. The flying people continued coming. coming together, forming a giant circle. Oh, this sunshine, blessed

sunshine. The biting man leaned over to me. We're almost there, he said, smiling. I directed my gaze ahead to what seemed to be an all-encompassing source of light. Home, someone said. I smiled. I was overcome with an intense feeling of peace.

This was heaven. I was dead and this was heaven. Just as we seemed to be slowing down, the feeling went away. The intense white light surrounding us clicked off and the flying sensation stopped, leaving us floating in pitch black. The biter and the other woman holding my hands released them. It was silent for a moment. Then rumblings along the court members started.

Where did it go? someone said my god why hast thou forsaken me someone else said it got cold it was suffocating where did the light go

someone said people started talking loudly then started yelling then as the air around me thinned the cold air piercing my lungs the yells turned to screams gut wrenching screams

from all directions This heavy, crushing blackness was killing us, squeezing our souls into oblivion. Heaven wasn't the endgame. This was the endgame, a horrible abyss of nothing. I gripped my chest, gasping for air. Please, I muttered, among the thousand screaming voices. I awoke, gasping for air. It was dark.

For a moment, I thought I was still in. the black abyss, but then I recognised the blue digital numbers of my alarm clock. I was home. Somehow, I was home. My head was throbbing, and I was pretty sure my arm was broken. It was. I stumbled to the bathroom for some pain meds and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Boy, did I look like I was just tumbled out of a sewer drain.

I took the pills, grabbed an ice pack, from the freezer and returned to bed. There were so many questions swirling around my head. How did I get home? How did I survive this fall? What the hell was that dream about? How long have I been out?

The mystery of it all, combined with a crazy dream slash near-death experience, made me restless. My throbbing head and arm didn't help. Even though it was 3 a.m., I decided I had to do something about it, I picked at my phone and called Clyde

I rang four times and beeped You reached Clyde with Kimball Private Municipal Services Leave a message I don't know what the hell happened or how the hell I got home But I'm pretty sure my arm is busted And I'm gonna need to file workers' comp or something I'd really appreciate it if you call me back I said taking a moment to breathe

Then I felt tears coming on What the hell was that today, man? God, I'm traumatized for... My phone beeped. It was Clyde calling back. I switched the call over. Hello? There was silence on the other end.

Clyde, are you there? I said. The faint sound of rushing water came through the other end. Clyde? The water was echoing, as if coming from underground sewer tunnels. Clyde, are you there? Can you hear me? Above the rushing water, a chorus of voices started singing.