CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I Traded a Pencil for an Item that Should Not Exist" Creepypasta

Episode Date: June 19, 2020

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and let me find out of your way. Start today not your gratis-proof-periodes on Shopify.b. That is Shopify. combe. I used to be really active in my local church youth group. The one at our church was mostly run by guys and girls in their early 20s and placed more of an emphasis on bonding and having fun than anything else.

Sure, there was still talk of scripture and a focus on God, but you can only retain a teenager's attention for so long with that kind of talk. The youth group put on all kinds of events, like pulling all nighters at the church, attending concerts, geocaching, among countless others, and was far and away a better option than the regular church service, at least for me. One event, which eventually became reoccurring due to its popularity, was something we called the trade game.

The youth group would divide up into teams of five or six kids and one counsellor. Each team would be given a single number two pencil and dispatched into the local neighbourhood. The object of the game was simple. Try and acquire the coolest item possible, using only the pencil as trade collateral. Each team would go door to door to attempt and trade the pencil for an item of equal or greater value with a homeowner. Rinse and repeat for the allotted one-hour time frame. It was a simple premise, and on the surface, you may not expect it to yield anything too valuable.

But you'd be wrong. Previous escapades of this game had yielded things like couches, go-carts, a slushy machine, a giant gumball dispenser, a 54-inch box television, among many others. Most infamously was the occasion where a guy was on the brink of trading one team his Hummer H2 for a DVD player. Clearly the guy was loaded, but unfortunately for the team, the man's wife stepped in and shut down the transaction. The game was meant to be a simple exercise in negotiation and interaction with the local

community. But more than anything, it was meant to be fun and engaging for the players. At the end of the game, the youth group would gather and vote on which team acquire the coolest item. The winning team would be given candy and the items collected would be used to decorate the youth group classroom, so everyone could enjoy them. That 54 sat in the lounge with the Nintendo 64, surrounded by beanbag chairs and lazy boy chairs, all of which had been acquired from the game at some point in time. I had never been on the the winning team, but I remember the night that changed.

We split into groups as per the norm, and once again set off into the neighbourhood to begin. Not long after we arrived at the first house and one of the kids knocked on the door, a middle-aged man answered soon after and one of the kids explained the rules of the game to him. The man chuckled. Oh yes, I've seen you guys come round before. What do you got to trade this time? he asked.

We showed him the pencil, and he appeared to ponder it a moment. He then smiled and excused himself back into his home before returning with something in hand. How about this? he asked, holding out a toaster in his hand. We jumped at the opportunity and accepted his offer right away. We thanked him, took the toaster and handed him the pencil. The team was buzzing as we knew we were all. to a great start, but we hadn't seen anything yet. We repeated that same process probably a dozen times after that.

We traded that toaster for a blender, the blender for a leatherman multi-tool, the leatherman for a lawnmower, and the lawnmower for a holy grail. A brand new original Xbox. This was the early 2000s, and our team of teenage boys thought that an Xbox was pretty much the coolest item we could have possibly hoped for. Time was winding down by that point and we were satisfied with our new treasure but decided to hit one more house before returning to the church.

I knocked on the old wooden door and our team waited in silence. A few moments later and the woman answered the door. She was an elderly lady, mid-70s if I had to guess and greeted us with a warm smile. We greeted her

and explained the rules of the game to her. I then showed her the Xbox and asked whether she wanted to participate and offer a trade. The woman pondered a moment and smiled warmly. I have just one thing for you, one moment. She shut the door and returned inside. We waited for a minute or two before the door opened once more. The old woman then stepped under the porch and we eagerly awaited what she had to offer. How about this?

She opened her wrinkled hand to reveal a single silver key. It looked unusual, possessing no teeth marks of any kind. It just looked like a rough key before a keymaker cut it into the right dimensions. There was a symbol on the hilt, but I didn't recognise it. What's this for? One of the kids asked. The woman smiled. Everything.

Our team exchanged a few perturbed glances. So, you're offering just the key to trade? I asked. Try my best not to come off as rude. The woman nodded. Yes, my child, but this isn't just an ordinary key. The key can be used on anything. We just stared at her a moment.

Anything? I asked. She nodded again, possessing an odd gleam in her eye. any door, any lock, anything that needs a key can be opened or activated with this key. I glanced at the team, but they didn't appear convinced.

I wondered whether the woman was right in the head. Not to be mean or anything, but her claim was quite extravagant. I'm no key expert, and certainly wasn't at the time, but something like that is impossible, right? A master key can't exist. The team was reluctant to part with our treasured Xbox, and in the end we thanked the woman

for her time and politely declined her proposal. The woman just smiled, in an odd look which is hard to describe. It was almost like someone bidding farewell to a loved one. The team turned to leave and I turned to follow when the woman gently grabbed my arm. I looked back to her, now somewhat uncomfortable. I want you to take it, she said. I glanced at the key in her other hand once more. Uh, thanks, but that's okay, I replied, trying to slither away.

Her grip bolstered. I don't want your gaming do-hicky. Goodness sakes, I wouldn't know what to do with it anyway, but I want you to have this. She offered the key again. Uh, that's not really how the game works. I'd have to trade you something. The woman then released a grip and thought a moment.

By this time, our counsellor had paused on the street, wondering whether something was amiss. Well, how about this? I don't get many visitors nowadays, so let's just say that you traded your time for this key. There was a subtle aura of sorrow in her eyes, and I didn't know why. I also didn't know why she was so insistent on me having the key either.

After all, if it did what she claimed, then why did she want to give it up so badly? It may have been a loophole in the game, but I decided to accept her offer. She placed the key in the palm of my hand. It felt unusually cold, like it had just been taken out of the freezer. Oh, and one more thing. The woman called from behind me, as I was leaving, now bearing a stoic demeanour. Don't ever use it on something you haven't opened before. The woman and I maintained eye contact for a moment, but in my mind I was rolling.

I thought for sure that she was some eccentric woman and didn't place much weight on what she said. I agreed to a warning, thanked her again and rejoined the rest of my team down the block. I put the odd key in my pocket and pretty much forgot about it after that. The team was on Cloud 9 and after all the teams had gathered in the main room we all showed off the treasures we had acquired. The other teams had some good stuff

but after the votes had been tallied it was clear that our team's Xbox was the coolest item. We won the game for the first time but little did I know that the true prize was something I barely paid attention to. Years went by after that, and I pretty much forgot about the odd little silver key.

Looking back, I honestly can't justify how exactly I managed to forget an item like that, but I guess my teenage mind was focused on other priorities. I was preparing to leave for college years later and cleaning out my room for the big move. In the deepest crevice of my closet, I stumbled upon something I had entirely forgotten about. forgotten about. The odd silver key. It felt as cold to the touch as it did the day I had received it, like it had been kept in cryo storage for all those years. The memories of my encounter with the woman suddenly all came flooding back. I decided to test it and went outside and locked the front door of my parents' house. I then pulled the silver key and placed it into the

slot. Feeling a little ridiculous that I was actually trying something like that. To my utter disbelief, it clicked. I turned the knob and the door opened. I could hardly believe it, but the woman's words appeared true. Still, not entirely convinced, I tried the same thing on my dad's safe. I unlocked it using its original key, then relocked it again. After putting the silver key in the slot, I was met with the same result from before. The door opened. I knew I truly had something special then. From that point on, I carried that key with me wherever I went.

I must have used it thousands of times for hundreds of different purposes. It worked on my dorm room, all of my classroom doors that I tried, and even turned on my crappy 98 Civic. In time, it was clear that the same. the odd silver key worked on every single thing I tried it on. I still don't know how to explain it, or whether there is even an explanation to it. More than once, I thought about sharing it with someone to have it tested, but I was always worried it would end up being confiscated from me. After all, a master key that can literally open any lock will be absolutely priceless. Who knows

what damage could be done if it were to fall into the wrong hands? I figured the save place it could be was with me. So I kept it on me at all times and kept my secret to myself. During my college years, I ended up getting a job as a night shift janitor at a local building complex. It was one of those multi-use buildings with many different businesses operating out of separate rooms. The businesses there were a dentist, lawyer's office, insurance firm, therapist clinic, among a few others. Since I was the janitor, I was given keys to all of the rooms in the building. Of course, I didn't need all of them, but it's not like I could tell anyone that. Once more, my little silver key proved to work on every single door in the building.

Made my job a heck of a lot easier, but if anyone found out, I'm sure they wouldn't have exactly been thrilled. I had just finished up cleaning for the night, and as the sun, began to rise on the horizon, I went around to ensure all the doors were locked. Right, as I was about to head home, I noticed something odd. In the main hallway of the building, I found a door I had never seen before. It was a simple wooden door, but that's not what made it unusual. All the other doors in the building were metal. Not only that, but that door in particular also used to be metal. It was a utility closet. But I'd never seen the wooden door there before.

I wondered if maybe the building's landlord had replaced it for some reason. But I was usually informed whenever any renovations like that had occurred. I tried the key that was designated for that closet door, but it didn't work. I tried all the keys I had in my chain, but none of them worked. I'm sure you've already figured out where this is going. But before I could use the master key, the woman's words from years ago suddenly flashed in my mind. After her claim about the key's ability proved true,

I knew it would be wise to consider her warning. But then again, I had technically opened that door before, even if it was a different door that was mounted there. Plus, I had to open it, because it was my job to ensure all rooms were clean before I left. I found myself chuckling as I slid the silver key into the lock, figuring there would be nothing to be concerned about. I mean, after all, it was just a closet door.

But as I turned the key, heard the tumbler click and twisted the knob, my heart skipped a beat. Instead of a bland utility closet, I was met with a sight of a far larger room than I remembered. The floor was entirely grey, appearing to be constructed of steel. All around the room was a collection of dozens, of odd sculptures.

Most looked like strange pieces of abstract art constructed of various geometric shapes in what I can only describe as a brutalist architecture aesthetic. One in particular caught my eye that was just off to the right. It was a sort of spiraling vortex design with six arms constructed of segmented blocks of diamond-shaped links. On top of the spiral was a small obelisk that looked somewhat like a rock-stacking sculpture. but fused together and pitch black. The thing had to have been at least ten feet tall.

Needless to say, I had never seen anything like it. I'd been in that utility closet dozens of times before. Not only was there never anything like those sculptures in it previously, but it didn't even seem possible for them to be in there at all. The utility closet was wedged between two offices rented by separate tenants. That sculpture room was far too large in both width and height to have even fit in the building

and yet there it was right before my eyes A cold chill swept down my spine as I realised I had no logical explanation for what I was seeing I stared at the key in my palm and it felt colder than ever before

I knew it was a bad idea but I had to see what else was there I stepped through the doorway and felt my foot clap against the cold grey floor. A scent of chemicals, like paint thinner and diesel, lingered heavy in the air. My breath turned a visible vapour as it left my lips, and the cold air felt like an ice cream blanket onto my skin. There were more odd sculptures of every shape and size who can imagine. There had to have been several dozen of them at least.

Most were of the same vein as the first I described, consisting of odd geometric formations. There were a few that possessed a bit more human qualities, but the resemblance was minimal. The first I saw consisted of a large amount of hardened clay, various appendages like hooves, tentacles, pincers and claws, sprouted from the bottom at varying intervals. The middle portion contained eyes, mouths, ears, and other less definable orifices. On the top of the mound were two semi-humanoid creatures facing one another on their knees. They both appeared to be female, and both had the faces pressed together, appearing as though

they had been fused together. The whole thing looked like Donatello took a massive dose of acid and tried sculpting something out of an H.B. Lovecraft story. It was deeply unsettling, but clearly whatever disturbed hands had carved it. had done so with incredible skill and finesse. There was another piece that caught my eye because it looked more human than the others. It was rather simplistic compared to the others,

looking only like an incredibly lanky humanoid. No facial features, nor hands or feet, just a body elongated like you were made of black Play-Doh. It looked like Gumby had some unwanted love child with Mr. Fantastic and I felt somehow deeply unnerved by it. I felt incredibly drawn into the Macard Museum and stared in wonder at the multiple iterations of twisted effigies. There were more there than I can describe in a reasonable amount of time

and they weren't even the main oddity. After sifting my way through the gallery for a minute or two, I spotted a window on the far wall. This window was massive, expanding 10 to feet upward to the ceiling. Its frame had these elaborate swells like something from a Greek pantheon, but stained black. As I stepped in front of the window,

I felt all possible explanations disintegrate in my mind. The first thing I noticed was the green ring. Outside in the sky was a massive green ring that glowed like some enormous emerald halo. Its hue bathed the landscape in its verdure. light and illuminated things I have yet to explain. I was high up in elevation, no question about it. The landscape stretched on for miles, revealing mountains, forests, lakes, and other less

describable things. From my vantage point, I assumed I was in some sort of tower, one that had to have been several hundred feet tall. There was no denying it anymore. Not only was I clearly not in my same world. building anymore. I don't even think I was on the same planet. Hell, for all I know, that wasn't even the same universe anymore. I still don't know how to explain what I saw. I was torn in that moment between my desire to continue exploring and the instinctual dread

that had been creeping at my spine. After gawking at the impossible landscape for a while, I finally decided to leave. I figured the silver key was my ticket to come back, and I could do so at any time. I had to show someone what I had found. I continued oogling the sculptures as I made my way back towards the door, marvelling at their uncanny vestiges. As I was nearing the door though, something caught my eye. I wasn't quite sure, so I turned back.

That's when my heart sunk like a lead weight. That odd, Plato man. sculpture wasn't there anymore. The hairs bristled on the back of my neck and I suddenly felt very much in danger. I ran back towards the door and heard something moving behind me. Once I got through the door I attempted to slam it shut, but something prevented me. In a split second some amorphous obsidian thing wriggled its way from the other side of the door. It was far too strong and it knocked me flat on my back.

I stared back in horror as the faceless thing from that sculpture lunged at me with a blinding speed. I screamed and tried to crawl away, but the thing outmatched me in every physical capacity. It flipped me onto my chest, and I felt it's cold, almost squishy appendages curl around me. Things turned into a flurry as I thrashed about to escape the grip of the vile fiend. I thought I was as good as dead, but the thing then suddenly stopped. and released me. It then slinked away, holding something up to its eyeless face

with his fingerless arm. It then darted down the hallway, crawling on all fours like some hideous fusion of spider and octopus, smooth yet clunky. It was gone before I could even get to my feet. The only thing I could think to do at that point was run.

So, that's what I did. I didn't even bother putting my clean, cart away. I just got the hell out of there as soon as possible. Once in the parking lot, I was certain that the thing was waiting to ambush me. But as I reached my car, I saw no sign of it. I fired it up and gunned it out of there. My heart was pumping furiously, and hands shaking like leaves in the wind. I thought I was going to have a heart attack and even considered driving to the hospital. I think I was so petrified. that it blacked out the entire drive home,

because the next thing I really remember was cradling myself in my dorm bathroom. I thought I was going crazy. I thought I was in the midst of a psychotic break or schizophrenic episode. I don't know how those things work, and I've never been diagnosed with any mental disorder like that, but it was the only explanation.

I had to have hallucinated the whole thing. There's just no way I actually had a key that open a door to another dimension, right? That's when I realised something even worse. I didn't have the key anymore. I looked everywhere for it, but I couldn't find it. I even thought about going back to work to look,

but exhaustion and fear prevented me. Questioning your own mental state is one of the scariest things I've ever been through. But now, I think the truth may have been even worse. For the rest of that day, I only managed to keep my sanity intact by ironically convincing myself

I was not in sound mind. I rationalised that the key I'd used for years to open my dorm, start my car, and just about every other usage imaginable, was nothing more than an extraordinarily complex and persistent hallucination. I told myself I would check myself in to get the help I believed I needed

as soon as possible. By the time my heart finally stopped racing several hours later. I was struck with a wave of exhaustion like a club to the face. I fell asleep right there in the bathroom and was woken up to the sounds of knocking several hours later. It was my roommate, Chris, and he looked quite worried. Dude, are you all right? You've been in there all day. I did my best to dissuade his concern, claiming,

I had been very hung over and fell asleep in the bathroom whilst between sessions of vomiting. He laughed at that. Oh, thank God, man. I was worried you got caught up in that stuff in your building. I peaked an eyebrow at him.

What are you talking about? I asked, causing Chris to mirror my confusion. At the Zenith Complex downtown. That's where you work, right? Did you work last night? I nodded, replying yes to both questions. Did you hear what happened?

My heart sunk as Chris pulled out his phone. After a few seconds of typing, he turned the phone to face me. On his screen was an article from a local news outlet. Two dead in horrific and bizarre attack late last night, it read. I grabbed the phone from him and furiously scanned the pages with my eyes. The article revealed that two women were killed. killed in a way that no one could fully explain. They found one woman who was a secretary for the insurance firm cut in half,

with a lower section solidified in some kind of stone material, while a torso remained flesh. The other woman was a dental hygienist and had been decapitated, with a headless corpse sprawled on the hallway and a stone replica of her head, laying a few feet away. Whether that stone was actually her head or not, I still don't know. and I don't think anyone does. Paranoia and crippling guilt surged into my gut like never before,

and it was so abrasive that I collapsed to my knees. Once again, I questioned my own sanity. Was it me that did it? Did my mind simply concoct an illusion to convince me otherwise? I don't know if that explanation would have been worse or better than the truth I now know, considering the attack happened well after I had already left. I've been holed up in my apartment ever since that happened earlier today.

I know it's a matter of time before cops come to interview me. But what am I even supposed to say? I didn't do it. I'm sure of that now. But I can't explain what really happened. Either way, they'll haul me off to a loony bin for sure. No one will believe the truth.

The only person I could think to turn to for help was the same person where this all began. The old woman who had traded me the key. I searched online and after scouring through all sorts of euloges, articles and census reports I finally found her in the worst place possible. It was a police report

and he was even more worrying than I could have imagined. Sandra Elmsworth, 83, had suddenly and inexplicably gone missing almost 10 years ago. police found no sign of a struggle in her home and no indication she had left of her own volition the woman suffered the myriad of physical ailments

including an injured hip and likely couldn't have left her home unsupervised even if she wanted to how does an elderly woman just vanish off the face of the earth like that police suspect foul play but after all this time they have yet to identify a witness suspect motive

or even an explanation of what exactly happened. The only thing they noted being out of the ordinary was that her house seemed unusually cold for the August season when they conducted their investigation. I don't know what all this means, and I don't know what I should do. That thing attacked me, that thing hid in that strange world beyond the door.

I let it out, and now I think it has the key. I don't think there's any question to it. Whatever it is was responsible for the deaths of those two women. Why didn't it kill me? What even is it? And what was that place it came from? How does the key work? After all this, it seems on left only with endless questions.

Questions I may never get the answer to. There's one which really worries me more than all the others, though. how many other doors are out there and what if that thing decides to start opening them them