CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "My family and I moved to a new town. It's nice, but the traditions are weird" Creepypasta

Episode Date: October 26, 2024

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It was during one of our fights, after the screaming had turned into an uncomfortable silence, that Kira had suggested it. Maybe we just need to get out of here, start somewhere new, she said with a trembling voice, staring at the wall. I honestly did not think it would solve anything. Would a change of scenery really be our saving grace? But, as I looked into her eyes, we were desperate. I realized that when you reach your boiling point, any solution seems better than a lack thereof.

We had been grasping at straws for months. Between the arguments, sleepless nights, and the growing depression between me and my wife, Kira, we felt like our little family was getting unraveled day by day. We were suffocating. Kira and I met in high school, and our once fiery romance was now reduced to ice-cold embers, the sort of love that had simply grown too familiar, too accustomed and too routine, soiled by years of exhaustion, stress, and the demands of raising lily. Arfights had become unbearable. Insignificant things like dishes left in the sink

or unwashed clothes would explode into massive shouting matches, and neither of us could stop. Kira's eyes would now hollow and a laugh which used to make me feel like I was on top of the world had become all too rare We were losing ourselves entirely And our sweet little girl Was caught in the crossfire

She had become quieter She clung to her toys Her eyes masked with sadness Watching us from the corner of the room As if she understood far more Than we ever gave her credit for The drive to the town was quiet, but I could tell we all had hope for our future. It felt like we were shedding our skin, leaving behind layers of hate and resentment, the ghosts of our past, one mile at a time.

We did not speak much during the trip at all. The hum of the tires against the road filled the vehicle interior, accompanied by the low murmur of the radio, and Lily's humming from the backseat. Around late afternoon, we left, trading the city's skyline for wide roads and endless fields stretching on forever. The sun was setting as we neared our 2B hometown. The air outside the car grew cooler, fresher in a way. I cracked the window, breathing in my surroundings, feeling the weight of the past few years left, if just slightly off my chest. Kira seemed a little lighter too. She glanced out the window, a small, hopeful smile playing on her face.

Lily had fallen asleep at this point, her little hands clutching her stuffed rabbit tightly. I let myself believe, if only for a moment, that this move might actually work, that we could escape. The road led us down a winding path flanked by towering pines. The canopy grew thick. blocking out the little sunlight that was left. I glanced at Kira, who was staring straight ahead with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. She caught my eye and offered a reassuring smile.

Finally, we pulled into the driveway of our new home. The house was small, a cozy old build that stood in line with the many other houses like it. It was adorned with a neat yard and a white picket fence that framed it like a postcard. I felt a flicker of hope once more. Moving in was a sort of blur of activity. Boxes stacked and nestled in every single corner, inside and out.

Lily ran around the house with joy as she explored her new room. Kira and I worked in tandem, and I realized, this was the first time we had truly done something together in a long time. It started to re-ignite the reason we married each other all those years ago. We almost finished unpacking. When we met her, I was unloading the very last of the boxes from the car

when I noticed her standing at the end of the driveway, watching us. An older lady dressed in a sweater and long skirt with silver hair tied into a bun. She had a thin, angular face. her age showing with each crease and fold of her skin. But her eyes were sharp, too sharp for someone her age. It was something just a tad too vibrant about her, as if she was much younger than she looked. Hello there, she called in a sing-song tone.

She waved as she walked up to my family and me, a plate of cookies in her hand. Kira and I smiled and waved back, nervous but excited to meet some of the locals. Welcome to the neighbourhood, she chirped, offering the cookies she had in hand. I'm Margaret. It's so lovely to see a young family move in. Thank you, Kira replied, grabbing her cookie off the plate. I forced a polite smile as Margaret's gaze drifted behind me to Lily,

who had just wondered out of the house. her stuffed rabbit in hand. Margaret's smile seemed to widen, her eyes lingering on Lily. It looked like she was sizing her up. You have a beautiful daughter, Margaret said, her voice soft. I cleared my throat and straightened my posture. Yeah, that's Lily. She's the light of her lives.

Margaret's eyes flicked up to mine, her smile steady. I'm sure she is. And she's so full of life, she said, as Lily excitedly darted in and out of the house. As we exchanged basic pleasantries, I noticed a small girl standing behind Margaret, whom I had not noticed before. She looked to be around Lily's age, but there was something off about her. She stood perfectly still. Her face was pale and her eyes dark, lacking any. expression or life. Margaret's voice pulled me back to reality. If someone hasn't told you already, there's a wishing well that is a town's tradition to use. You should take Lily

there. I'm sure she'll love it. The wishing well? I said. More to fill the silence than out of genuine curiosity. Yes. Margaret's tone shifted slightly. It brings good fortune to those who offer a wish and toss a coin. The well has been part of this town for generations. I'm sure you'll want to give it a try. Many have. I paused and then nodded, unsure of how to respond. I was on the far side of superstition,

never putting much stock into that thinking, and my wife was the same. But how her eyes gleamed when she spoke about the well, made it look like she was dead serious about it. There was something strange about her enthusiasm, almost like she was too eager. She waved goodbye and walked back toward her house with a small girl slowly shambling like a zombie behind her.

As soon as she was out of sight, I turned to Kira. That was really odd. Kira shrugged. She's probably just one of those overly friendly neighbours. Besides, it's a small town. Of course they're going to have their traditions. That was a fair reasoning. But something about the woman put me on edge.

I tried to brush it off as the usual unease I get when I meet new people. Over the coming days, the town felt like a breath of fresh air. The change in the atmosphere did wonders for our little family. Despite my doubts, the tension between us eased, and Lily seemed to thrive in the open space and yard. The town was quiet and quaint, with charming little shops adorning every corner and the locals were friendly. It was the perfect place for us to restart. But something stayed on my mind, the well. It kept coming up in conversation in places where it shouldn't have.

In the grocery store, a cashier mentioned it in passing. The well changed my life, she said with a smile that stretched her face. At work, my new co-workers casually talked about how the well had fixed their relationships and increased their pay like it was normal. Everyone was talking about something relating to the well everywhere I went and turned. The same eerie tone was in their voices, and the exact exact same. and the exact same two happy expressions. Everyone had some sort of story,

how they'd wished for a marriage proposal, good health, a new job, and their wishes apparently came true. It was always talked about with a strange mixture of playfulness and a sense of caution, as if it was something much more serious, but also a joke.

One evening, as Kira and I sat in the living, room, I finally mentioned it to her. Have you noticed how people keep talking about that well? She laughed, but it was a nervous laughter. Yeah, it's a little weird, isn't it? Everyone seems so obsessed with it. I agreed.

It's like they're all selling their same story. Kira's smile faded. Maybe we should just ignore it. Let's not question it in case it insults them. It seems to mean a lot here. And for a while, we did. It began with the small things. Despite my efforts, my hours at work were cut down,

and my co-workers became colder and more distant. The town, which had felt so welcoming when we first arrived, seemed darker and gloomier. The sky constantly seemed overcast, and the air felt heavy. The roads became littered with trash, not overwhelmingly, but noticeably so. It felt like some unseen force was pressing its weight down on us.

Kira's mood shifted too. The happiness we'd found after moving seemed to slip away from us. She became quieter and more withdrawn. The fight started again, sharper and crueler than before. With the excitement of moving here the only thing that placated us, I was frustrated at our situation, that we were unraveling again, and I didn't know any way to get my frustrations out. That night, after a particularly brutal argument, I found myself walking through the town and forest, the cold air biting at my skin. I just wanted to clear my head away from the situation. Usually I walked until my head cooled and then headed back, but the argument was so heated that I just kept walking and walking.

I hadn't meant to go this far out, but I ended up deep into a trail in the woods. This somehow led me to the well. Though the well was often mentioned, I had yet to actually know where it was. No signs marked its location, so it was. must have been known only to the locals. The old stone structure stood in the middle of a small clearing, surrounded by tall, twisted trees. The moonlight cast long shadows over the moss-covered stone, making it look like something

out of a painting. My breathing slowed to a crawl. I did not know why I arrived at the well, but, in desperation to get my life back on track, my mind returned to all the glowing testimonies I had heard about the well. I did not take this town's tradition seriously, but I was desperate and helpless. I needed to get my family out of the hole we were in. I approached the edge of the well and looked down into the abyss. The walls were smooth and slick with age, and a faint metallic and earthly scent rose up to meet me.

There was no real movement, no wind or swaying of the trees, just an eerie silence of an impossibly empty forest. I felt like the trees were watching me, waiting to see what I would do next. Then she appeared. Margaret, her presence made me flinch. How had she gotten so close to me, so quietly, I wondered to myself. She stood about ten feet away from me, her face bathed in moonlight, and a smile even wider than before. There was something strange about her once more, something predatory. You came, she said, her voice like the shuffling of dead leaves.

I didn't mean to, I stuttered. My hands gripped the cold stone rim of the well. She moved closer to me, her eyes gleaming with something I wasn't able to place. Satisfaction, perhaps. It's okay, she purred. It's all right to feel lost. But as well, it can help. It helps so many before and will help many after you.

I swallowed, noticing how dry my throat was getting. I don't know if I believe. that Margaret. Margaret tilted her head like a curious animal, a smile unwavering. Belief isn't necessary here. Only the action you take. She paused briefly and her eyes locked onto mine. You've been struggling. I can see it in your eyes. The feeling that it's not enough no matter what you do. This well can change that Her words filled my mind like poison I had tried everything

Kira and I had tried meditating and couples counselling And now we have even moved across state and started fresh And yet our problems remain steady I had nothing to lose Margot's eyes slid down toward my hand A coin, she whispered, and a wish. I didn't even remember reaching into my pocket and pulling out a worn and dull quarter. My heart raced and my fingers trembled as I held it over the more of the well.

My back was turned to her, but I could feel Margaret's smile grow sharper. Make your wish, I hesitated. I did not know what to wish for. for happiness, peace, for Kera and I to stop fighting. I did not know. I just wanted things to be okay. I wanted to have my family again, a semblance of control. I muttered the first thing that came to mind.

I wish for everything to be better. The coin slipped from my fingers and tumbled into the darkness below. I never heard it hit the bottom. For a moment, nothing happened. The world stood still. I could feel Margaret watching me, waiting. And then she laughed, low and soft. That's all it takes, she said, turning and walking away. I stayed momentarily, hoping to feel something divine wash over me, before realizing how childish this all was. So I headed back, following the trails I had walked to get there. I woke up, drearily, tired from the previous night's long hike.

I slowly made my way to the kitchen, fully prepared for a snide argument with Kira before seeing Lily off to school. She held back the shouting for when Lily was not around, but the passive-aggressive comments somehow hurt worse. When I got to the kitchen, my nose was hit by a heavenly smell. Pancakes. I don't know how, but Kira made pancakes that could put the best breakfast franchises out of business if she were ever to go pro.

She smiled at the table, her plate waiting for me. sat down, cautious but optimistic, and we did something we had not done in a long time. We laughed over breakfast, something we hadn't done since our first few days here. Lily was more animated, running around the yard with a wide grin on her face that made my heart swell. Things were somehow, better. The improvements became undeniable. My job picked up again. My hours were restored and I even got a sizable raise. Kira was happier and more engaged. The arguments stopped entirely and they were replaced with quiet, peaceful evenings spent watching TV or reading something together. We were invited to neighborhood barbecues and town events.

At these events and at my job, people congratulated me for finally making my wish. I thought it was weird how they knew so I figured Margaret informed everyone it took me a while to complete the town's tradition but everybody was happy and I was finally officially part of the town it was late one evening

when the first cracks began to show I was in bed half asleep after an outing with some friends I'd made in the neighbourhood when Lily's scream shattered the silence. My heart nearly exploded out of my chest as I leapt out of bed, rushing to a room. Kira was right behind me. We burst through the door to find Lily in a bed, her eyes wide with pure terror, clutching her stuffed rabbit to a chest, shaking.

Mommy, Daddy, there's a monster outside my window. She cried and pointed towards the window with a trembling finger. I ran over, throwing the curtains aside, but saw nothing, just the night sky and the faint outline of the trees beyond. I let out a sigh of relief and tried to calm her down. I told her it was just a bad dream, but the look in her eyes was all too real. She was terrified. It's real, Daddy, she whispered. I heard it talking to me.

We tried to reassure her to the best of our abilities. She calmed down when we let her sleep in our bed with us so we could protect her from any monsters if they came back. This made her feel safe enough to fall back asleep and rest enough for school the day after. However, this was only a short-term solution for what became a long-term issue. The screams came again the next night, and the night after that.

Each time, Lily was more petrified than the last, more insistent that something was just outside a window. Her childish demeaner faded, replaced by dark circles under her eyes and constant anxiety. She became quiet and withdrawn, and this affected us too. The sleepless nights caused my performance at work to worsen. Then, one night, she didn't scream.

This would ordinarily be a sign of progress with the issue, but I still wanted to check up on her. I crept up to a room to avoid waking her if she was deep asleep. I was met with a cold draught of wind when I opened the door. The window. was open. The curtains fluttered in the cold breeze and a bed was empty. I sprinted outside and shouted a name into the empty street

with no regard for the neighbours who were probably all asleep. I received no answer apart from the echo of my own voice. The street stood still and I felt my heart beating. Kira was in a state of complete disrepair. sobbing, screaming, unable to collect herself whatsoever. She was inconsolable. The only thing I could do was call the police. When they arrived, they were disturbingly calm.

The senior officer, a burly man with greying hair, simply nodded along as I explained what had transpired. Still, his eyes showed no signs of urgency or concern. She probably just ran off, he said with a shrug. Happens all the time around here. I stared at him in disbelief. What do you mean she ran off? She's seven years old.

He gave me a sort of placating smile. Don't worry, she'll turn up. They always do. There was something horribly familiar about his tone. The same tone I had heard from the townspeople when they talked about the well. It made my skin crawl. A younger officer stood at the side of the senior officer and he looked uncomfortable. His eyes filled with something like pity and he avoided my gaze.

I wanted to scream, shake them to make them understand that my daughter was missing, but it felt like no matter what I did they wouldn't take anything I said seriously. The senior officer said, Call us if she doesn't come back in 48 hours. And they left. Kira collapsed into my arms. Her sobs racked her body. I did not know what to do.

I felt powerless as though everything was against us. The next 48 hours were hell. I scoured the town. I knocked on doors asking anyone I could find if they had seen Lily. Every response was the same. Calm, detached. No one seemed to show even the slightest bit of concern. Some people even congratulated me, as if losing my daughter was something to be celebrated.

It made no sense. Nothing did. While canvassing the streets, I would hear whispers. Conversations behind doors after I'd finished asking them for information about Lily. I tried to listen in. attempting to pick up any information they were withholding from me. I heard some familiar words I'd heard a lot in my time in this town. Tradition

And well. I tried changing my tact from asking about Lily to asking about the well. I tried to be indirect, but it seemed a word of Lily going missing was known across town. So every time I got close to understanding, someone would interrupt me with a smile and others with congratulations for making my wish and never expanding beyond that

I was a complete wreck by the time the 48 hours were up Kira shut down completely refused to leave the house and barely spoke I was spiraling When the police returned A different senior officer accompanied the younger one I screamed and shrieked and shrewed shouted at them that the 48 hours were up and that they had to look for my daughter now.

The senior officer looked at me with a confused expression. Why did you wait 48 hours to inform us? What? I stammered. You should have notified us as soon as she went missing. The likelihood of a missing child being found drastically decreases the longer it has been. He said with authority. I was stunned. There was so much I wanted to say back, but the thoughts swirled in my head so much that I couldn't pick a single train of thought to stick to.

So I just stood there, mouth agape, emotions mixing within me rapidly. The younger officer then interrupted and asked this superior officer if he could take notes for the case. The senior officer nodded in agreement, looking disgusted as he left the room. I'm sorry, he whispered, his eyes darting nervously. This happens more often than you'd think. What are you talking about? I demanded, my voice shaking. He hesitated, glancing at his superior just standing behind him.

There's nothing we can do. She... The senior officer came back in and cut him off. It seemed he was listening from... just outside the doorway and pulled him away before he could finish. We have everything we need. We will do our best to find her. He grumbled before leaving.

I tried to get his attention and ask him about what was truly happening. But they just left. I needed to find answers. And the only clue I had to go off was she. And the only person that came to mind about all of this was Margaret. That night, I went to knock on the one door I had been avoiding this entire time. But there was no answer.

I wanted to take this as a sign that this wasn't the right line of thinking, but in my mind, I already knew where to find her. I followed the trails through the thick woods and arrived at the well. Margaret was waiting for me. Her figure bathed in the dim glow of the moon. once more. You understand now, don't you? She said, her voice almost gentle. The well gives, but it also takes. You wished for a better life, and the well granted it. But there is always a price. I stared at her, my mind reeling. What price? What are you

talking about? Did you really think the price of everything you got would only be a quarter, she asked, stepping closer. And you made a pretty big wish. I panicked, shaking my head, trying to piece it all together. You've already made your wish, Margaret said coldly. But there is still time. You must choose, as we all have before. Your daughter or your wife, one will stay, one will go.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I wanted to scream, to run, that this was all superstitious nonsense. Coincidence had its finest. But I couldn't deny that what was happening was real, and that this was my last piece of agency. You have about 24 hours from now, Margaret said before walking away, Make your choice. I wondered aimlessly back to the town. I was getting consumed by the reality of the impossible choice I had to make.

I thought of Kira, broken and lost. And Lily, her innocent face twisted by fear. How could I choose? The next day went by in a blur, lost in thought about everything. But in the end, I made my decision. In the dead of night, I knocked on Margaret's door. My heart pounded in my chest, still unsure about all of this.

She answered this time. Her eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction. Have you made your choice? I swallowed hard, my throat constricting with emotion. I choose... My daughter. Margaret nodded, her expression unreadable. It will be done, she murmured and closed the door.

It was so unceremonious, and yet my insides felt like I'd swallowed glass. That night, I lay beside Kira and looked at her, unable to sleep. She was completely unaware, oblivious to what was going to happen. to what I had done to her and our family. My heart was on the brink of tearing from guilt and sorrow, but there was no other way now. I drifted off to sleep. And she was gone in the early hours of the morning.

I woke to an empty bed, the space beside me cold and undisturbed. There was no sign of a struggle or a fight, no trace of where she had been. I couldn't cry or scream. I was numb, hollowed by the weight of what I had done. I heard a frail voice calling to me from down the hallway. I rushed over to where I heard it.

And when I opened Lily's door, there she was. She stirred from her sleep as if she had never disappeared, just as Margaret had promised, but she wasn't the same. She was a shell of the bright, happy girl she had once been, silent and withdrawn, her eyes dull and lifeless. She stared at me, but there was barely any recognition and no warmth, just an emptiness that mirrored my own. Days later, as I stumbled through town,

I saw her The little girl from Margaret's house She was laughing Running down the street with a group of children She wasn't a pale, lifeless figure I had seen before The stark contrast from when I first saw her Woke me from my stupor

She was full of life now Compared to the shambling zombie of a child When we first moved in and I realized that Lily now resembled that shell she had been drained before just like Lily the well had taken Lily's life and now it had given it to her

this must have been Margaret's wish and she had tricked me into paying the price I stood there in the middle of the street as the cold reality finally washed over me This was how the town worked. There was no bureau to complain to about this, no authority that operated the rules. I couldn't get one back on her.

Margaret played the game. And I lost. But now, I was a part of it. As I neared my house, I noticed the for-sale sign on a house a few doors down. If I wanted Lily to be back to how she was before, I had to play the game, just as Margaret did. Maybe it's time for another family.

To make a wish.