CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "My brother captured a mermaid, and now I have a serious problem" Creepypasta

Episode Date: February 9, 2021

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I want to preface this by saying, I've never been a superstitious person. I grew up next to the ocean, where is particularly non-important. But anyone who grew up in a seaside town can attest to the amount of insane things your brother's girlfriend's dad once or while out on his boat. I had a best friend in high school who used to swear on his life at once when he was nine. He and his entire family

had seen some sort of shapeless blob slowly rise until the shadow of it beneath the water far outsized their small fishing vessel. I used to laugh in his face at that story, along with the hundreds of others I've heard over the years of encounters with various scary ocean monster-based anomalies. After today, I don't feel like laughing anymore. It started when my brother called me this morning. I remember thinking how glad I was that it was the same day my unemployment hit,

and my first thought when my phone roused me was, Yes, money. Followed immediately by, damn, Dempsey's call me which means only one thing. Hey, Rip, you ready to do the damn thing? No, never, ever was ready to do the damn thing. The damn thing, being fishing. Which I absolutely despise. Dempsey, my older brother of barely two years, definitely, has always known this about me.

Unfortunately, he's one of those people who's endlessly positive. Losey chop due to massive layoffs. Don't worry, Rip, you wanted to look for something better anyway. I can help. Marriage crumbles into shambles. Mom, you and dad are great people. You will both only be better separate. I know you would never make any choice you didn't think was best.

Your favorite character dies on a TV show. Don't worry, we can always watch it over once we finish and enjoy them all over again. You get the idea. Dempsey is one of those people who makes you feel bad just like being himself. As a categorically miserable person, it has always made me want to vomit. I love my brother, but the exact things everyone loves about Dempsey, I find annoying. Women love his sandy blonde, somehow perfectly disheveled hair, forest green eyes and boyish grin.

Women and men alike love his athletic talent and charismatic personality. Then the guy has a nerve to become a semi-professional surfer. A surfer! He's a giant parody of himself and doesn't even realize. I realized it. Ripley? I joked involuntarily at the sound of his voice in my ear. I'd apparently fallen in asleep, contemplating the ways I could get out of fishing with him.

I'm here. Are we taking Dad's boat? I didn't want to go in any boat, but at least Dad's boat is big and relatively comfortable. Don't bother to comment and ask me what kind. As someone with no interest in boating outside of what my family has wrote to me into over the years, I couldn't tell you. It's big, it's comfortable My dad likes the deep sea fish So he bought the boat

I can say it's fairly expensive As it not only costs what he paid for the boat But also the alimony he pays my mom After she filed for divorce Catching him on it with the Lady of the Evening Yes, in case you're curious Dempsey really did tell my mom My dad was a great person

The same day she had found out He had been sleeping around on her I've always said when God called To line up for brains Dempsey got into the looks line again by mistake. Ripley, are you coming out on Dad's boat with me to fish for Marlin or not? Don't put me off again. You promised me last week that you would definitely come this time.

I had fallen asleep again. Fine, pick me up in 20 minutes. So he did. The ride there was uneventful. I sat, arms crossed, staring at the window, clearly sulking after being morally guilted into coming along on this super fun sibling day. Not my words, Dempsey literally labelled the day as such as soon as I got into his diesel Durham X truck. My sour mood had not deter my brother, who happily sang country

along with the radio, and drove so fast that I was convinced if Dad saw us, he would call the police and report the boat we were towing stolen. Dempsey's bronzed, slightly sun-freckled hand, suddenly turned down Dave Alan Coes, who never even called me by my name. I've been thinking about David. It felt like a dagger into my heart, twisting tight in the silence we let hang for a few moments. I knew he was being a good brother. A good brother mentions how your dead fiancé has been on his mind, especially coming up on the three-year anniversary of his death.

To let you know that person you love so much, more than you ever thought you could love a person, wasn't forgotten to him. Dempsey was only being a good brother, and I hated him for it. I think about David every single day. I spout back at him, regretting it almost immediately. He was only trying to be nice, typical of his usual MO. But it was too late. I'd backed myself into a dark little corner and I refused to come back out.

Every single day. Yes, Ripley, double down, I remember thinking sarcastically to myself. Dempsey acted like he hadn't even heard the venom in my tone and continued. That was his superpower, ignoring my venom. David loved to come deep sea fishing with me. The knife twisted again, almost making it hard to breathe. My brother did miss David, with his dark hair and smiling blue eyes reflecting the ocean when he would laugh at Demp's stupid jokes.

I could hear it in his voice and see it in the tight way he gripped the wheel of the truck. I didn't know what to say to that, because they had loved it. Both of them, to a degree, that almost made me jealous. I twisted the simple diamond ring at my finger I hadn't been able to bring myself to get rid of it or even remove it We rode the rest of the way to the pier in silence Themsy never even bothered to turn the radio back up

Dempsey had to get a man of the pier to help him back the boating And get it unhitched or whatever It was something he and dad normally did Or me and mom watched So after two attempts by me to help him back it in straight He laughed good-naturedly and asked the man unloading his own boat if he would help. I could see both of them having a good laugh at me

as they worked together while I fumed. Shortly after Dempsey helped me into the boat, we were off, and I held my sunglasses onto my face and another hand tied to a support bar as he opened the boat off. I wanted to ask him what his hurry was, but the wind was loud, and after a while I judged by the look in his face

that he was simply enjoying the feeling of the boat, slicing through the water, as it took us further and further from the pier where we started. After what felt like forever, he pulled back on the throttle and brought our vessel to a crawl. I glanced around.

There was nothing. Open water, as far as I could see in every direction. I had been distracted by not trying to feel nauseated for a portion of our journey and had my eyes closed to try and combat it. I was shocked he had brought us out so far.

Usually we went far, but the pier would still be visible. albeit very small in the distance. You trying to catch a sea monster? I asked cynically to the back of Demp's head and felt awkward when he didn't respond right away with something typical of him. You would be no help if I was catching a sea monster.

You probably wouldn't even touch it. Something lame along those lines. When he turned to face me, his face was eerily calm and yet hyper-aware at the same time. I'd never seen him look that way. Demps? What is it? David and I used to come here.

The dagger was back. The tip of it pressed against the wall of my heart, primed and ready. The peculiar expression on his face kept me grounded in the strangeness of the moment. Okay. My voice was smaller than I wanted it to be, but I'd never seen my brother act so mysterious. He always said what was on his mind. Every real job he ever had described him in references as honest to a fault. It was just for fun at first.

His voice sounded more normal than his face looked, and somehow that made me even more uneasy. David told me about a book his grandfather had, and let him read. It was just an old book full of sailors' tales. David's grandfather had been a sailor and professional fisherman for many years, so this far into Demp's weird account I was following him

the book made sense he told me one of the stories in there was instructions on how to catch a mermaid so much for this mess making sense I opened my mouth to interrupt him complain about being dragged out this close to dark to hear about some damn story that David had told him about

he raised the hand to silence me which normally would have done bug-roll but something about the callous way he did it at the exact reaction he wanted and, I closed my mouth, officially creeped all the way out. I've been thinking about it a lot since David died and I think I figured out the reason

it never worked for us. Worked for you? You mean you guys were out trying to catch it was the bait? It never had any power. I was creeped into silence again at this point. What did the story say, Demms? see? My small voice was gone, and instead I remember sounding cold and empty when I asked him this.

Maybe out of aggravation over a lack of answers, maybe out of disbelief. They loved trinkets. Okay, so apparently I was going to get a synopsis of the story. Fine by me. All kinds, but it's not like what you see in the Little Mermaid, you know. My face must have been confirmation that I indeed did not know, because, We were talking about damn mermaid. They love trinkets that have been imbued,

pain and suffering imbues energy into objects, so we figured pawn store jewelry might work. People are usually upset pawning grandma's heirlooms to pay their rent, right? I mean, you would figure that would leave some sort of bad juju on it. I still wasn't following him. So, you and David used to come out here every single month to fish for mermaid? That's what you expect me to believe? But watching you carry that ring around after David died,

the way you cherish it so much, like it's him. I see you touch it when you feel upset, almost like it makes you closer to him. That's what made me realize that loving energy is probably so much stronger. I feel like I was slowly being dipped into ice-cold water, starting at my feet. The realization of what was going on dawned me.

Dempsey, there's no damn what... Then, he went dark. When I opened my eyes again, my entire body felt tight, like I had run a very long distance in a very short time. There was a throbbing pain right around the area of my left hip. You taste me? I could barely talk. My mouth felt like it didn't want to work correctly, and I could tell my words were slurred. That was mostly because my face was still pressed against the boat deck.

It tasted like salt. Dempsey had his back to me, standing at the edge of the boat. I could tell he was holding a very large fishing pole, mostly because of the angle of his body. I had to rip. You had to? Slowly, I was able to force myself up off the deck to a sitting position. It was still daylight, though not by much,

so I couldn't have been out for long. I had a feeling a good majority of the pain I was in was from dropping to the deck the way I had. My head felt like it had been hit with a hammer, and when I reached up, I could only feel my thick, open hair sticking out like mad after the boat's ride and faceplant.

No blood, thank goodness. Yes, I had to. You never would have given me the ring. You're damn right, I would never have given you the ring. I was managing to get to my feet, pulling on one of the mounted boat chairs to assist me. To do what?

Tie it to a line and cast it out, hoping to catch a goddamn mermaid? What the hell is wrong with you, Dempsey? You don't understand. Insanity. Insanity? You're right, I don't understand insanity, because this is insane. You can't hear it, Ripley. For the first time, since I'd regained consciousness, he glanced back over his shoulder at me, and I was horrified to find he looked stricken. His handsome face, drawn with sorrow and longing, his boyish hair limp on his forehead, lifeless, just like his eyes. I took a step back, frightened of this hollow thing that almost looked like my brother. The small voice was back.

Here, what? He didn't answer, his face whipping back around as the line suddenly started to hiss away, the reel spinning rapidly. I knew it would work. If I hadn't stumbled over closer to the evening, the wheel. edge of the boat, I wouldn't have even heard this. It seemed like something he was saying to himself. Dempsey grabbed the spinning reel and stopped it dead, causing the line to zing as it became tight and popped up out of the water. Immediately, I could tell what was on the other end of the line was strong, as Dempsey almost stumbled and the muscles in his arms bulged under the effort.

His face was a solid rock of concentration. It seemed like a scene that should be happening against a raging storm, with rain dropping in buckets, as he tried to wrangle whatever he had captured into the boat for reasons, I can't begin to tell you. But the water was soft and smooth. Ocean birds called in the distance, and the slowly descending sun caused watercrests to burn like tiny crescent suns of their own. It was beautiful, and Dems' sounds of exertion echoed across the water. It took a very short amount of time before I realized, not only could he not do it without my help, but whatever he was trying to reel in was going to pull him off the side.

of the boat and Dempsey was going to let it. Demp's, let go. I sounded to myself, how I did at five, when Dempsey grabbed the collar of a big dog trying to get to our cat, and it dragged him all around the yard for two minutes before Mom noticed. I'd wanted to yell then, too. Dempsey, let go!

Help me! He roared back, the force of his conviction, causing me to run over and grab him around the race, despite my better judgment. Better judgment would have been to demand he released the rod before I helped him. But, hindsight, is 2020. It felt like trying to help a tree.

His waist was so solid in my clinched arms. I wasn't sure if I was even helping. In tandem, we both stepped back a few times, we were using a few inches of ground every so often to whatever furious thing he had managed to snag. Then, in a loud splash, it was over. When I look back now, I'm almost 100% positive

that she launched herself, into the boat intentionally, because there was no way the two of us could ever have reeled her up. With no warning, the tension on the line was gone when she burst from the water and over the safety rails on the boat. She landed next to us with a disgusting wet plop as we fell over. Dempsey's full 180 pounds fell on top of me, and for two seconds I couldn't breathe. The two seconds of breathlessness dragged into what seemed to be an eternity as I turned my face to see the creature, laying on the deck with us. My brother had been right.

It wasn't like the little mermaid. Her body was a listless grey-green, rubbery. She had no scales, and at first glance I almost thought she was a horribly disfigured dolphin, until I saw that she clearly had arms, hands, a head and a face, if you could call it a face. Her eyes was small and black, again reminding me of a dolphin. Her forehead bulbous and vastly oversized, with no hair to distract from how oddly shaped her head was. No lips could be seen, so nothing concealed in mouth full of double-road serrated teeth. I only knew she was female because her chest had a strangely feminine shape.

I know she wasn't dead because she pushed herself up onto her arms, the most human-looking thing she possessed and looked directly at me. A look that can only be described as primal hatred. I was frozen, my entire body comprised of a solid block of ice. Dempsey had barely been able to dislodge his body off the top of mine in the time it took me to take in the mermaid and feel the full force of a gaze. This is what the single antelope feels, knowing Linuses have cut it off from its herd. My heart felt like a drum, pounding out a signal that only she could understand.

I felt disgusted by her, her rubbery flesh making a squeaking sound, as she dragged herself half an arm's distance towards me. But, at the same time, there was something about her, something alluring. She's beautiful. Dems' voice cracked through my eyes form like a whip, and I felt it dissolve.

Once I had half a second to collect myself, I realised it wasn't because he had spoken, but because her face had cut towards him with unnatural speed once he spoke. Her expression changed, and I could see Dempsey's body relaxed as a face honed in on him. He had climbed off me now

and seemed like he would reach the water. Dempsey, don't. Tiny voice reigned supreme. Dempsey, don't you hear it, Ripley? He continued to reach, his face entranced. I still don't know why I didn't grab him, stop him. I was so horrified by what was happening in front of me

that it was like being outside of my body, watching it happening, screaming at myself to do something, screaming at myself to make my limbs work, make my hands grab him and stop him. I don't hear anything, was all I managed to squeak out. I can only describe what happened next as

Have you ever seen an alligator attack on a nature movie? The unbelievable way they burst out of the water and grab their prey? The supernatural speed they seem to be able to execute that moment when their dinner is just close enough to execute a killing strike. That was what it was like. It was like watching an alligator attack my brother with more speed and strength than I could have ever imagined. She lunged him with such force that it propelled her off the deck and straight into his chest,

knocking him back over on top of me. The sound she made, while razor-sharp teeth and claws, made short work of my handsome brother's dashing looks, were unlike anything. I think any person has ever heard, unlike a human or an animal. I had never gotten up, and when she launched herself into him, he was propelled back off me, but a length of a body pinned me down as she ravished him. But more horrifying than any of the sound she made, and then the feeling of a body writhing on top of me as she killed him, was the sound Dempsey made.

He managed to say it three times before she had completely dismantled his face and throat, and he made no more sound. She's beautiful. I never even realised Dad kept a laptop on the boat. I found it on accident actually, trying to find the rudimentary med kit that I faintly remembered being on the boat somewhere. I don't even know why I bothered looking for the kit.

I knew Dempsey was dead before she had slithered off the top of him, over the railing and back into the sea. I knew. I couldn't find the kit, but I found Dad's laptop, and my phone has local hotspot. I have great service here, actually. I'm stunned. I almost called the police, but...

What do I tell them? And my brother captured a damn mermaid, and she ate his face and ripped out his throat before jumping back into the ocean. They will never believe that. I'm soaked in his blood from trying to help him. You can all imagine what this looks like. What do you guys think I should do? Thank you.