CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I've Seen What Lies Beyond Reality" Creepypasta

Episode Date: August 6, 2020

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and let alone. Shopify grew with you with you, every step of the way. Start today your gratis-proof-periodo on shopify. That is Shopify.b.E. story, there are some things you must first understand. My name is Alan Bailey and for the past 13 years I have been raised by my uncle, Dr. Richard

Blackwater. These circumstances came to fruition when my mother and father both died when a drunk driver decided to rearrange their 1998 Ford Explorer on New Year's Eve in 2007. During the following 13 years I was placed in the custody of my mother's brother who was my only living relative at the time. My uncle Richard had a doctorate in theoretical physics and a master's degree in theology. And while I've never been much of a believer in some cosmic entity with a big white beard in the sky watching her for us all, my uncle had always been a strong one.

Well, I say a believer. Perhaps I should have reframed that and say he was a spiritual explorer. His life obsession has always been the search for one thing. actually find God. And that is why I'm writing this now, because of what he did find. And I'm sorry, I truly am for what I'm about to tell you, because I've sat on this discovery for the past four years and go no longer hide the truth. I wish I could make it easy, I wish I could hold it back, but I can't, because you,

all of you, deserve to know the truth. It all began last spring when classes resumed at Ohio University where he was a professor. What struck me as rather odd about the beginning of the semester was when he asked me to act as his personal assistant. While skeptical at first, I couldn't really turn down an offer that was monetarily five times larger than my current salary as an assistant manager at a 7-11. I have never been someone of outspoken interest in his work, which seemed rather odd at first when the offer approached me.

When questioned, my uncle simply said that he thought I would do a good job at the tasks at hand, and that he would like to spend some time with me. Now, while his semester long work times were much longer than his off-seasons, we never really connected as close as some would expect. We had a good relationship,

but nothing super close. Uncle Blackwater, or Uncle B, as I came to call him, was always... different. After a 10 minute conversation with him, it would become very apparent to you that he was most definitely on the spectrum of autism. I mean, that's nothing to be ashamed of, but very crucial in understanding his behaviours. On the first day of my new job as his assistant, I arrived at his office at 11am, about 30 minutes before the start of his first class.

He was currently listening to the soundtrack of Ghostbusters while flipping through the screenplay. That was just another one of his quirks. He never watched movies. He simply listened to the soundtrack or reading through the script. He once told me that you can't get disappointed with the cast or visual effects if it's all in your head, to which I never argued. Hey Uncle B, I said as I shut the door behind me. Ah, Alan, he said with a smile as he closed the screenplay.

Just a professor-assistant. was looking for. Are you ready for your big day? I guess, I said with a laugh as I took a seat across from his desk. For what it was worth, his office was very spacious. At least it would be if it wasn't for all the clutter. For all the things Uncle B was, Tidy wasn't one of them. What is it you'll have me doing today? I need you to sit in on the class, he said as he slips and papers into my backpack. Don't worry, there's a video I recorded to teach them, and they'll just email

me if they have any questions. I just need you to click play, and then replay when the next class comes in. That okay? To be honest, the town it looked like the easiest damn job on earth. A little too good to be true, as I would later come to find out.

Sure, I replied, but what will you be doing? Oh, I've got some work to do the old STEM lab downstairs. After they built a new one across from the library, I was able to turn it into a small testing ground for my new thesis. New thesis?

I asked, looking at a transcript of his upcoming video lecture. What about? Oh, you'll see in time, if all goes according to plan. I don't want to count my eggs before they hatch. He said with a smirk, as he got it from his desk and collected his bag.

I honestly couldn't do it. describe how easy my job was looking to be when I first started. Students would come in, I'd play the video, they'd leave, and the cycle would just start up over again for the next couple of hours. It wasn't until the last class when I realized that things were about to get a little more... Interesting. Halfway through the introduction to theoretical physics video, the power suddenly shut off.

In elementary school, when such an event happened, you'd be hearing the tons of screams and cheers as kids thought the school day was over. Here, I just heard a couple of depressed sighs. To be honest, if I was shoving out thousands of dollars for one of my classes to be seemingly just caught on a projector and then the power to just go out, I'd feel pretty down myself. It wasn't until I reached my phone to text my uncle that I realized that he was off as well,

which was strange, as it had been on 56% just about five minutes ago, when I was checking my Facebook notifications. With me just sitting there awkwardly, not really having any idea what was going on, it didn't take long for the class to eventually get up in mass exodus out of the auditorium. Although what I did notice was none of them had been on their phones

as they were making their way out. Not a single one. With no students left and only the emergency powered lights illuminating the area, I made my way out to the campus, to get my portable phone charger out of my car. Making my way over to it, I had some trouble getting in, as my key fob didn't seem to be unlocking my corolla at all.

Realising the fog battery was probably dead, I'd just use the key to unlock it and retrieve my charger from the glove box. Leaning against the driver door, I plugged the charger cord into my phone to see what the base charge was, but my screen remained black. When I checked to see if something was wrong, with a charger, it wasn't showing that it had any power. This was impossible, of course, as I'd just left it a full charge three days ago and hadn't even used it once.

Before I could get really frustrated, every single car in the parking lot suddenly exploded in a chorus of burglar alarms that almost made me soil myself. Instinctively, I reached my keys to click the alarm off, which surprisingly worked the first go as it silenced my car. But I was almost too distracted by the screeching a matter of alarms going off to feel the vibrating going off in my pocket where I'd just put my phone back into. When I pulled it out, my phone was suddenly back on with the battery level of 50% and a notification that Uncle B was calling me. Hello? I nearly yelled into the phone as I tried walking back to the campus to get away from the alarms. Alan? he responded hysterically. Alan, where are you? I went outside to get my phone charger after the power went out.

What's going on? Meet me back in the office. This is big, Alan. Just hurry. With that, he hung up the phone. At the time, I didn't really know why. But I had this lump in my chest. The kind you get when you know there was a storm on the horizon

that something was coming. Making my way into his office, I noticed that the power inside the building seemed to come back on as well. Everything seemed to return to normal, right? I thought so as well, until I opened his door to see Uncle B hunched over his desk, trembling.

To give a bit of background, I've never really ever seen him upset like this. I had seen him cry a little over my mother at the funeral, But this wasn't him sad. To borrow a turn from this generation, he was shook right down to his core. Uncle B, I asked, concerned, as I kneeled down beside him, What's wrong? I think, he said in a whisper.

I think I found them. Found who? He then turned to me with the face I was all too familiar with, the face of a child that had just learned that both of his parents are now dead and gone forever. I think I found them all. What are you talking about? I asked as that lump in my chest seemed to gradually grow. He didn't answer me.

Instead, he got out of his chair to begin to walk out of his office. As he exited the door, he turned back to me. Come on, you need to see this. I have to make sure I've not gone insane. When he said that to me, there was a small voice in my head screaming for me to get up and get as far away from that campus as possible. But I didn't listen. My curiosity got the better of me.

So, at that moment, I made the biggest mistake of my entire life. I got up out of my seat and followed him The path down to the old stem lab downstairs Was filled with the kind of wet and silky air reserved for the most abandoned basements It honestly looked like the stairway And a joint hallway hadn't been cleaned in years

The door to the lab was wrapped in chains And a single lock in place Uncle B pulled out a key with his shaking hand Stated it And with a clanking of janeking of trains, which echoes reverberated down the hall, the door was unlocked. The interior of the lab was less of something you'd see in a college campus and more like a mad scientist's laboratory in a classic 80s sci-fi flick. Four large Tesla coils stood

equidistently from each other in the center of the room, while several boxes of machinery filled with colorful blinking lights lined the walls. What is all this? I asked, almost done very much. confounded by the vast scope of everything. Is this all for your thesis? This is my life's work, Alan, he said, as he sat in front of a large monitor with two separate keyboards plugged into it. This is the telescope to see the beyond.

What do you mean? He then swiveled back to me in his chair to face me, somewhat regaining his complexion. Where do you think? think God exists? He seemed to already know the answer from my face in response to it. Listen, I know you don't really believe me, but if you did, where do you think he or it would be? If there was such a thing as an all-powerful supreme being, I hardly doubt he'd be here. And why do you say that? He asked. Well, with all the telescopes we have, there's no evidence of some bearded guy out there floating on a cloud.

Part of me felt bad for acting like a smart as to him, but he knew how the whole religious thing bothered me. Exactly, he said, to my surprise. If the creator of the universe exists, then he wouldn't exist here. He'd be outside of his own creation. Think about it.

If you were to create an aquarium, you wouldn't live in it. You'd observe from afar as the life inside carried on with itself. What are you getting at? I asked with what I must admit to be a hint of curiosity. What I'm getting at is that if God exists, and if we as human beings have a soul that leaves our body upon death

and they must go somewhere, it's not here. It's beyond. Then what did you mean when you said you found them? It was that question that put the terror in his eyes again. His entire demeanour was all over the place now. Because I think, no, I'm certain that I've found it, found them, found the beyond. Beyond? You mean beyond the universe? Sorry, but how the heck is that even possible? With that, he said, pointing at the Tesla coils. You see, I've detected a subwave channel of energy that's seemingly everywhere.

It's what allows electricity to transmit itself from one atom to another. It's what allows gravity to expand and hold other objects into place. For all intents and purposes, it's the hidden driving force of the universe. I think you're starting to lose me. He then started to fiddle with his hands as he tried to tie his thoughts together into a comprehensive explanation. Let's go back to the aquarium analogy for a minute, he said. Once it's built, you can't just expect it to run forever. You need electricity to power the water filtration system.

That's basically what I think I've found. The electricity that powers the universe. So I did what anyone else would do. I traced it to the source. Because if you follow the current, you'll find the power box. Listen, I said. I know you're not one for practical jokes, but please tell me this is one of them. This is no joke, he nearly shouted as he jumped out of his chair.

I saw it. You what? I saw it, just for a moment, but I know I saw it, and I believe you've already felt the ramifications. If I'm not mistaken, the power went out, correct. But it wasn't just a blown fuse or a transformer error. It was almost as if the electricity round. and the entire campers suddenly vanished, correct? The implications of his words were doing nothing to calm that lump in my chest that was now nearly the size of a football.

I used up the local surrounding subway of energy to break through the other side, but now that I have the backup systems up and running, we should be able to look through much longer and actually figure out what's beyond. But that's why I need you, Alan. He reached out and gripped my wrist. I can't do this on my own. This is the very definition of unknown territory and the thought of what terrifies me. If I'm going to do this,

I need you by my side. Now, I know you don't believe in this sort of stuff, but please let me show you. Let me show us both that there is something out there. Please, Alan. I couldn't say no to him, to those pleading eyes that reminded me so much of my mother. Oh, I know,

I wish I could. Believe me I do. But my mind was trying too hard to keep up with what was going on and failing terribly in the process. So, without a word, I closed my eyes and nodded to him. He jumped back towards the controls and began typing frantically as the large humming machines buzzed to life around us. My eyes then turned to the series of testicles in the centre of the room. They gave off the sinister hum of the hum of the room.

of energy, like some ancient, cursed monolith waiting to unleash its terrors on the world. He said, as the coils took on this faint blue glow. When bolts of electricity began to explode in the middle of the series of Tesla coils, I instinctively began to back away, but was stopped when Uncle Bee came up beside me. It's okay, don't be afraid. Nothing can break out of those coils. As he spoke, bolts of electricity began to burst alive for the life more and more until they nearly morphed into a single stream of light.

This is it, he whispered as he looked down at his watch. Three, two, one. Suddenly, the air inside the four coils tore apart. At that moment, the horrifying truth of the universe washed over me like a tsunami as the veil of reality lifted itself like a nylon stocking. Through the tear, I can see the world. the birth and death of the universe and every second in between in a conglomerant amalgamation of insane living light surrounded by a perpetual screaming void of darkness.

In case in the darkness was a seemingly infinite expanse of writhing masses that I was soon able to make out as what appeared to be individual people stitched and assorted together in horrifying seared sculptures of nightmares. I can't explain why or how, but the truth of everything suddenly became so crue. crystal clear. There was no God, no creator, no supreme or knowing benevolent architect of the universe. There was just the unending black sea of non-existence,

cradling the whole of reality that defied his existence. The energy my uncle detected didn't come from a creator, but from the very paradox formed by creation itself existing. There was never meant to be a universe. Time and space, were all acts that defy the nature of the nothingness that existed eternally before.

And worst of all, there was no explanation for it. No great and powerful casual agent that set everything in motion in the arms of destiny. It was all simply a freak accident to which no side understood. Reality buckled

and howled and his own defalment of the true laws of non-existence. All the black void of the antiverse screamed in protest of that which it now held. There was no reason for anything. There was just complete chaos. And, as for the nightmare conglomerations of bodies, writhing in that chaos, those were the souls of the dead.

Those themselves were also a blasphemination to both creation and non-existence. Their forms were unbound and excruciating. Billions all cried out for their gods that never existed. all to end this suffering that would perpetuate until time itself became meaningless. That, I realised, was the destination to which all humans were headed. That was hell. No, I could hear my uncle's screaming protest against the amalgamation of terrors. No, no, no, he continued to shout in the howling abyss.

This can't be it, no. I couldn't stop him from reaching out the top of the coils down to the ground. My body was frozen in place. As he grabbed the nearest one, the tear instantly closed as a series of bolts reached out and struck him. The coil itself burning red-hot, turning his hands into charred-black fragments of what they had once been. It was all over in a matter of seconds. then the entire room exploded into darkness as the machines died while I remained there frozen alone

it only took an hour for the power to my cell phone to come back after calling 911 I sat in the corner try my best to come to terms with what I'd just seen Uncle B remained sprawled out on the floor of the lab smoke rolling out of his body it's been four years since the last that day, and I've done my best to mentally recover as much as anyone can from what I had seen. But the truth of the final resting place of my mother, father, and my uncle, along with the rest

of the human race, still lies there in the back of my mind like a cancer. H.B. Lovecraft once said that the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. I would have to disagree with him, though, because I'm not. scared of the unknown. I'm terrified of the beyond.