CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I was on a sleeper train. There's this guy who kept on tapping. Then he stopped" Creepypasta

Episode Date: October 1, 2021

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forcry by the apotheker. I sat back, intrigued. He was tapping the corners of the table, left, right, left, right, left, right, in perfectly spaced intervals. It was almost hypnotic. It wouldn't have caught my notice,

if not for the look of utter concentration and anxiety on his face as he tapped carefully with the two fingers of each hand on each corner. I put my shades on so that I could observe undetected. I bought mirrored shades. just for this reason. I'm not a creep. I just like to watch what others do, the quirks they have,

and the little details in their actions. Okay, I realize that still sounds kind of creepy. Well, it's people watching anyway, and nothing more. I find human behavior is fascinating. The door to the train carriage slid open, and the noise of the tracks and buzz of conversations crowded in. I looked at the passenger opposite me,

still dedicatedly tapping on the table's corners, but now with an increase in the intensity of his frown. Hi there, a chirpy young lady was at the door. Her presence poured into the room, energetic, lively, unstoppable. I contemplated pretending to be asleep. Then I saw the distress roiling on the tapers' face as he tried desperately to keep his beat going, determinedly ignoring the lady. I sighed, then plastered a bright. bright smile on my face to match her sunshine vibes.

Hey, we got the bottom bunks. Hope that's all right. Both top bunks are free for you to choose. Great, thanks, she smiled at me. Then her gaze drifted to our fellow carriage bunker. She looked confused, then concerned for a moment. She opened a mouth and I immediately spoke up. Let me help you with your stuff.

I grabbed hold of one end of a heavy backpack. That did the trick. She shifted her tension back to me and grabbed hold of the other end of a backpack. We heaved it into the upper bunk. Thanks. She looked back at the tapper, but this time she didn't try to say anything.

She just raised an eyebrow, then turned to climb up the ladder into a bunk. I looked back at the tapper. He was now saying some words in time to the taps. Each word spat out with a tap in a curt, almost frantic manner. I couldn't help it. I wanted to look away, leave the carriage, give him some space to do whatever it was he needed to do.

But I was getting really curious about the tense words he was expelling under his breath. So instead, I shifted from my comfortable space at the end of my bunk and sat at the table opposite him. I put my head down on the table and pretended to take a nap. I could now make out some of the words. Do not, never, I couldn't tell what the rest of the words were. He was pronouncing the word in slightly varying ways, as if attempting to say them in the perfect way, enunciating every phoneme the words held. I kept my head down, just listening to his words and taps, and without realizing it, somehow drifted off. I don't remember what I was dreaming about, except for the last scene.

I was walking down some steps and realised that the ground wasn't there. I walked off the last step and fell. I jerked awake. I must have startled him. He stopped his tapping. He looked at me as if registering my presence for the first time. We stared at each other for a moment or two. Then he looked down to the corners of the table.

I could already see it happening, him getting distressed about his tapping ritual being disrupted and falling back into a frenzy of tapping and chanting. Hey, nice to meet you, I said before I could think it through. He looked at me with a tinge of surprise. In the bunk above him, the lady turned to a side and looked curiously at our interaction. Hey, he said softly, looking nervous and uneasy. Where are you headed to?

I get my tone light, pretending not to notice his hands clobiles. watching the corners of the table. End of the line. Oh, that's a good two days away. Yeah, he said, nervously running his hand through his hair, then immediately gripping tightly on the corners again. Hiya! He turned around quickly at the sound of her voice from above.

The lady was climbing down the ladder to join us. Great to meet you guys, she chirped. Her enthusiasm seemed to physically repel him. He leant away from her, I was still holding onto the table's edges. Hey, you're up. Nice to meet you too, I said. She gave me a wide grin,

which faltered a little when she turned to him. He did not meet her eyes. His tension and anxiety were palpable. Well, I'm good to have an early dinner. Check out the food at the dining car. You guys want anything? No, thanks, but let me know if the food's good. I get my voice upbeat,

matching her energy. She smiled and gave me a thumbs up, then left the carriage, closing the door behind her. There was a long silence after that. He seemed stiff, unsure what to do. I was pretty sure he was fighting the overwhelming urge to tap in the table corners again. It's important to you, tapping the table edges and saying the words just right. I kept my tone as non-chalant and non-judgmental as possible. He looked up at me with a mixture of surprise.

and anger, which quickly dissolved into puzzled wonder, as he realized I was not making fun of him. Yes, I need to say it just right, need to tap it, just right, I need to do them both, just right. I wanted to leave it at that, and go back to my relaxing journey to my next destination. It was, after all, a year-long break for me, my epic vacation, but my professional instincts took over. Why do you need to do them just right? I... I just need to. He stared resolutely down at the table. What would happen if you didn't do them just right?

He seemed discomforted by the very thought. He shook his head. That's not okay. It won't be good. What if you didn't do them at all? I could almost swear I saw the colour drain from his face. Bad. Bad things would happen. What kind of bad things?

I don't know, but bad things. Very bad things. I know it. I nodded. It's a terrible feeling. You know something horrible would happen. You stop. You refuse to do it and you can feel the dread in your body. This inexplicable paralyzing fear. It builds until you snap and do whatever it is you need to do to ease it again. He looked at me with the first signs of actual injury. rest since our journey began.

Yes, exactly that. I nodded again, then added. I was that way with lights too. I had to switch my lights on and off, on and off, until I was thinking exactly the right thoughts, in the right way while the lights went off. Otherwise, I was convinced horrible things would happen. I gently smiled at him.

But one day, it got too much for me. I didn't want to live my life repeating actions over and over toward off some unnameable event. So, I just stopped. I switched off the lights while thinking a bad thought, sat down, felt the fear come crashing down on me, felt like I was suffocating with fear, with horror, with this intense dread that convinced me I would deeply regret not getting things just right, that I'd somehow cause some horrible destruction.

I looked up at him, his expression was unreadable. But nothing happened, I continued. Nothing bad happened, even though it felt so real, felt like it was going to happen. He stayed silent. I cleared my throat nervously. I worked with others too, who had these issues when I was a psychologist. They felt these things too, the fear, the terror, the urge, the need to do, whatever their fear was telling them to. I trailed off.

His expression was becoming a familiar one. He was frowning. He seemed to be finding the right words to say. You're describing OCD. I know what I have seems like OCD. I've been diagnosed with OCD. It's not OCD. He began tapping again.

How is it not like OCD? I'm sorry. I didn't want to jump to any conclusions. I just want to understand what's going on. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, all the while still tapping. It was a long while before he spoke. When I stopped tapping, bad things do happen, or they do begin to happen, but I've always stopped them in time by tapping again. Could you tell me more?

Tap, tap, tap. At least he wasn't back to spitting out those words. I've tried to stop before. Of course I tried to stop before You think I don't know how this looks to others You think I want to live my life enslaved by these Acts I want to hang out too

I want to talk to others I want to be normal But I can't I've got so fed up I've tried to stop so many times But every time I do Something happens I didn't speak

Just waited for him to continue Weird things happen Strange things I can't explain His breathing was quickening. He was obviously terrified by his recall of the past. I tried it once at home, when I was still a student. I fought it when the urge came, when the fear hit me, and I knew that it was time for me to tap again. I knew I needed to do it. I tapped for a bit on the sides of my bed. Then I stopped. I felt wrong, all sorts of wrong. I felt terrified, but I refused to tap

anyway. Then the room just started creaking. My floorboards did. My cupboard, my desk. Everything was creaking. Then my textbook fell off the table. I had to start tapping again. Something horrible was going to happen.

I knew it. I started tapping again and it all stopped. I get my face neutral, unassuming. I nodded. I tried another time when I was dating this girl and I just wanted to be normal, to have a proper relationship, to not have to run away and do my stupid rituals when the urges hit.

Then, we started hearing footsteps. We didn't know where they came from, just footsteps near us. Though there was no one else. The footsteps got louder, closer, and I had to go. I had to leave. I ran off and found this lamppost. It felt right. I started to tap on the sides of it, and it stopped.

The footsteps stopped. I was starting to feel a little bit unnerved. That must have been terrifying. It was tough enough for me to stop. Having those weird things happen, no wonder you can't stop. My word seemed to hit him hard. He started blinking away tears. It was really tough, but I want to stop.

I want so badly to stop. I want everything to go away. I want to be normal. I want to be free. I want to be able to have a conversation with my train. I want to walk to the dining car, have a meal and not be stared at like a freak. The tears kept spilling from his eyes. I felt a tingling, salty sensation at the back of my throat and a heavy pull on my heart.

Do you want to try? Here, with me here, we could face it together. His tears gave way to proper sobs. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there, looking. at him silently. When his sobs subsided, he lifted his red and eyes and regarded me for a while. I do.

I do want to try. Please, maybe it'd be better with someone else around. I let out a small sigh of relief. I was hoping he'd be willing to try. I couldn't deal with the thought of him going about his life, living the way he did. I just want to point out another thing that could help us along, I said. He watched me expectantly. It can really help to think of what's the worst thing that could happen.

Then compare it to your life as you're living it now and be okay with the worst thing that could happen. To rather face that possibility than live as you're living now. He seemed uncertain, scared. For me, it worked. I thought, well, the worst that could have happened would have probably been someone dying, the world ending, severe injuries and whatnot.

And I realized I'd rather just let it happen, get it over and done with, than to keep doing these gestures, these repetitive actions, being a slave to my fear. I needed to be done with it, whatever the cost." He considered my words with grave expression, then he nodded. I'm willing. It's been too long, too much. It's not allowed me to have a proper life. I smiled at him.

Then, let's do it. He looked at me, still tapping the sides of the table. Then his jaw tightened, and he nodded. A few moments passed before he stopped tapping. He put his hands flat on the table. We waited. The first few minutes seemed to take an immense toll on him. His face was pale and cold.

Sweat beaded his face. His breaths were shallow and quick. More time passed. and he seemed almost ready to relax. Then, the lights in the carriage flickered. He seemed to almost jump out of his skin. He reached out his hands to the corners of the table, but I grabbed them and placed them back on top of the table.

I pressed down on them for a while, then let go. He had to do this himself. The lights went out. I took a few, deep, calming breaths. This was a coincidence. I knew it logically. This was a highly unfortunate coincidence, but that was all it was. And if I could help him through it, he could be free from these obsessions and compulsions for the rest of his life.

Released to be less controlled by them. I grabbed his hands to make sure he didn't start tapping in the dark. He whimpered a little. He couldn't see my face, but I smiled at him nonetheless, hoping that I could send him some reassuring vibes. Then the train jodded to a halt. I began to feel the cold pricks of sweat on my own face. I realized my face was tinsed up. I grabbed on his hands tight.

I forced myself to relax. He grabbed onto my arm once I lessened the pressure on his hands. Despite my fear, I felt hardened. He was determining not to tap no matter what. He sat in the dark silence, ignoring the aura of doom and fear that had settled around us. Then we heard the breathing. something was breathing heavily on the bunk above him. A cold needle of fear pierced my heart.

We stayed incredibly still. The breathing came downwards. Whatever it was was right next to him now. We could hear the rough wafting of air as it breathed onto his face. I heard his breath quicken as his hands clamped painfully on my arms. He still wasn't tapping. I felt a deep respect for him, even as I can't. contemplated my impending doom.

Then the raspy breaths of whatever it was shifted. It was by my right ear now. I could feel it. It was strangely cold. Every time it breathed in, there was a wet rattling sound. When it breathed out, my ear was grazed by a sharp cold gust. It stank. It had a horrible rotting stench about it.

But still, we grabbed hold of one another's arms, refusing to let go, refusing to tap. I don't know what came over us. What made us so emboldened as to continue resisting, despite the insane things going on in our carriage. Was a mistake. It's cold, mocking voice slithered into the quiet of our carriage. You will suffer. I was beyond convinced at this point that it was anything related to OCD.

Are you willing to pay the price for your insolence? It hissed. Do you accept credit cards? The word slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. My blood froze in my veins, as the possible repercussions of my stupidity struck me. Then the carriage was flooded with light. The lady was back. Our savior.

Hey guys, the food was great. She took in the scene of us clasping each other's arms in death grips. Oh wow. Okay. You guys sure bonded with it. without me. The cold, heavy air began to disperse. A light whisper caressed my ears. I'll be back for you. Then it was gone. Its presence ebbed away, just like that. He looked at me with shock and relief on his face. Yeah, we did it, he said, smiling at me

in gratitude, a pure joy began to light his face. He looked like a whole different person. I smiled back at him, shrugging off the disquiet I felt. Yeah, we did.