CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "My favourite Grandma lived outside and I let her in" Creepypasta

Starting point is 00:00:01 I can still remember the smell of pine needles and wild flowers that perfumed the air around a small little homestead. Like something had a snow white, grandma's quaint little log cabin puffing up smoke signals from its old stone chimney would appear enchanting. However, the impenageable wall of woodland encircling it was eerily still and silent, with very little light peeping through the evergreen. Up until that point in my life, I'd never stayed with great. grandma. She'd always come to visit us and stay in my parents' home. But due to my folks separating and on the verge of a messy divorce, I was sent to spend some time with her. Whilst they worked out, whatever it was they had to work out. Upon stepping out to the car, my small converse sank in the wet muddy pathway and squatched the way up to the front door. The porch was covered in funny-looking

Starting point is 00:00:58 dream-catchers and wind chimes made with crystals, adding a little more magic to the place. But still, I would have much preferred to have been at home playing out with my friends. All the negativity I had towards the place though quickly disappeared as she opened the door. I remember the smell of freshly brewed tea poured out from the kitchen behind her and wrap around me as she hugged me tight. Her embrace was warm like hot cocoa on a snowy winter's day and she was quick to assure me that everything was going to be fine and that she was going to look after me and we were going to have so much fun.

Starting point is 00:01:36 My father on the other hand spared no words for me and upon handing me over sped off back to battling my mother over home ownership and custody. Grandma led me inside and my eyes widened with wonder at the funny ornaments and old-worldy paintings of pigsies by the lake not far from her homestead. days I spent with her were my sanctuary from those constant raised voices and unpleasant screaming matches that I'd suffered for years. With Grandma, there were no rouse or arguments. Instead, I spent my days playing with my figures, listening to fairy tales by a roaring log fire, and waking up to freshly cooked pancakes. I got to play out too, but under her watchful gaze as she sat

Starting point is 00:02:23 on the porch, knitting and humming some funny tune from times long past. There were a few rules, but one of them was that I could not leave a sight when I was outside, and that I was to never go into the woods. She always reminded me that there were dangerous animals in there, and that people had a habit of getting lost, because of how densely packed it was. Her concerns were justified, as that's what happened to my grandpa, you see. He suffered from dementia, and one day he wandered off, and was never found. Despite that, my grand never seemed to show a sadness, always smiling, always happy.

Starting point is 00:03:06 For a while, things were normal, peaceful and mundane, until one night, when I was drifting between dreams, there came a noise beckoning me awake. Tap, tap, tap, tap, that's the noise that awoke me. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. It wasn't my heavy-handed father hammering. through the door, nor was it the calm drip of water droplets slipping from the faucet in the bathroom. The sound was gentle, yet direct, and it was coming from the window beside my bed. Turning over, I flicked the small lamp on and plugged my glasses from the bedside.

Starting point is 00:03:48 I blinked once, twice, maybe three times to adjust my half-awake vision. Only for my sight to be met. By a surprise. Just an inch or two away from the glass I saw her Old wrinkly face Smiling from outside my window It was my gran Peering in at me

Starting point is 00:04:14 Her face was whiter than usual A sort of papery look to it Ashen, pale and drowning in the silvery moonlight Though most of her was shrouded in darkness I could see a face clearly smiling her shrivelled lit grin as she tapped upon the class pain and pointed downward in an eager motion

Starting point is 00:04:35 she was trying to tell me to unlock the window and though it seems strange she was my grandma so when she said that I did what any small child would do I reached over to the window unhooked the window's latch and went to move it

Starting point is 00:04:53 however when I did the window wouldn't budge She still tapped on the window with a long bony fingers I hadn't noticed how unusually long they were before that and they seemed to have many joints with each digit ending in discoloured correct nails I tried to open the window again but it wouldn't budge Looking closer I noticed that there were nails hammered into the window fixing it shut

Starting point is 00:05:23 I shook my head and when I did a smile shrank and she herself stepped away from the glass and slowly disappeared into the veil of shadows outside. My need for sleep was too great and despite the strange behaviour of my grandmother I just couldn't keep my eyes open and before I knew it I blinked and the night was gone. Like every other day

Starting point is 00:05:49 the golden rays of sun warmed my face and the sweet syrup-soaked pancakes my grandad made called to me. Walking across the oaken floorboards I could hear her humming her funny songs and tunes or pouring herself a cup of tea. Weirdly, she was acting as if last night had never happened, and I was quick to notice that her fingers were different to last night.

Starting point is 00:06:13 They were dainty and normal, covered in gym-studded rings. I was only half a pancake into my stacked breakfast feast. When I asked her, what she was doing outside last night, and why she wanted me to let her in through my window. Tea sloshed. over the cup edge, and for a second her controlled and gingerly pouring of the hot beverage

Starting point is 00:06:35 was startled. What do you mean? She asked, her word shivering slightly. I told her that I tried to let her in last night, but couldn't, and that it wasn't my fault because the windows were now shut. Her whole demean had changed the moment I spoke, and her joyful tone of the homestead came to an abrupt halt. Turning to me, she asked if I was certain I'd seen her last night

Starting point is 00:07:04 and that it wasn't just a dream. I nodded and told her I was definitely awake, not realising that such an answer was not welcome. Looking back, I see now she wasn't just anxious. She was afraid. Though, as a young boy, I knew not of her fears, or the truth behind such a question. My grandmother stammered her next words

Starting point is 00:07:29 and her face seemed to shrink and shrivel a little as she furiously fumbled over every sentence that came from her mouth. You must promise me, you won't do anything if you see me outside at night. I sleepwalk, and sometimes I will do things that are strange, and if I ask you to let me in or to come outside, then ignore me. I will be fine if you just leave me outside. But if you let me in or talk even, I might wake up with a fright, and that can be bad for sleepwalkers, okay?

Starting point is 00:07:59 so promise me you will just ignore me if I come by your window at night she rattled off her voice seemed to become unable to speak properly so i did as i was told for the most part every night i would see my gran tapping at each and every window in the house she'd do silly things on the other side of the glass she'd pull faces and make shadow puppets in the moonlight sometimes she'd do silly things on the other side of the glass she'd pull faces and make shadow puppets in the moonlight sometimes she'd She'd like to hide, skipping into the darker, unlit tree line, hiding behind the trunks, before jumping up from beneath the window ledge, giving me such a fright. She'd silently chuckle and belly laugh at my reactions, but then she'd always returned to gesturing for me to open the window, or to unlock one of the doors. However, other than laughing at a silly behaviour outside the window, I did, as my grand told me, and never tried to let her in. I began to get a strange feeling about my grandmother.

Starting point is 00:09:03 At night she seemed so different and I'd noticed unsettling things about a body. For instance, one night when I locked outside I saw her hunched over, digging and scratching at the wood of the house just below the living room window and in the sliver of starlight radiance I could see she was unclothed and her emaciated skeletal body just looked wrong.

Starting point is 00:09:27 Her arms and legs were way. They were too thin and long for starters, and there was something on her back. Actually, it was a pair of things that I couldn't make out, because they buzzed and moved too quickly for my eyes to define them. When morning would come, I'd convinced myself that the strange features, the protruding spine and the wind-like things buzzing in her back were nothing but the dark, plain tricks of my mind were a strange dream brought on by my strange time spent at the homestead. Still, there was something off about her.

Starting point is 00:10:00 She seemed quieter and had even stopped humming during the day. My grand became short-tempered with me, stopped telling me fairy tales, and was quick to shut down any questions I had. Yet at night, she appeared happily dancing and performing outside, only to grow sad when I refused to let her in. I didn't want to wake her in the middle of her sleepwalking. She told me that would be bad and could even be dangerous for her health, and it seemed my grandmother was telling the truth about sleepwalking,

Starting point is 00:10:31 because she always had her eyes shut when she was outside at night. And if that part was true, then I knew her to listen to her about not trying to talk to her or let her in. On my last night, I was there though. I broke my promise.

Starting point is 00:10:52 Earlier that day, I had been playing outside with my G.I. Joes and had lost one of my favourite ones in the grassy clearing that the homestead sat upon. We looked everywhere for it, but to no avail. Then, when night came once more,

Starting point is 00:11:07 there was a tapping at my window, and I looked to see her standing there, smiling. The smile was wider than before, almost ear to ear, though I couldn't see her ears. My grandmother walked around the house, and I followed her, until we got to the door,

Starting point is 00:11:25 and she motioned to the six individual bolts, keeping it shut tight. I shrugged my head, and she frowned, and soaked a smile into an upset expression, before revealing her hand, the action figure I had lost. Instantly, her expression became one of delight, and she grinned. She offered it to me and gestured for me to open the door once again. But I shook my head, and she instead placed the toy in the porch. Slowly, she stepped back into the shadows and disappeared entirely into the night,

Starting point is 00:12:00 leaving my toy just slightly out of reach. I remember staring through the kitchen window and my favourite toy, and somewhere inside me, my foolish desire for a chunk of plastic overruled my grandmother's words. Though I was too small to reach the top bolts at the door, I retrieved a footstool and used that to give me some height. One bolt came undone quickly and quietly, the other slowly squeaked as its rusted metal shunted back. Then I loosened the lower bolts and took the key hanging on the wall and unloaded.

Starting point is 00:12:34 locked the kitchen door. Carefully, I peeled the door open, slowly, scoping the area and making sure not to be seen by my sleepwalking gran out of fear of being told off for breaking the rules. Thankfully, she was nowhere to be seen, and I quickly yanked the toy from the wooden boards on the porch and rushed back inside. To be honest, however, any concern I had for that, or being caught, disappeared when I walked past my grand's room and saw through the partially open door that she was sleeping soundly. She must have gotten in through the back door and all gone back to sleep, something which I was eager to do.

Starting point is 00:13:17 Tiderness took hold, and upon placing my head on the pillow, I did not awake to the honing of my grandmother, nor the scent of warm pancakes with syrup rose me from my slumber. Instead, I was rudely awoken, shook back into consciousness by my dad. who, with a frantic look in his face, asked me, where my grand was. I told him everything that had been happening, the sleepwalking, the strange behavior at night, and he decided to call law enforcement. To the best of my ability, I recounted the previous night's events, explaining how my grandmother was outside, and I saw her disappear into the woods.

Starting point is 00:14:00 Despite officers reassuring us that she would be found, An awful sense of dread filled my heart when my dad told them that the kitchen door was unlocked when he came in. This was all my fault because, in my urgency to avoid being told off or caught breaking my grandmother's rules, I had forgotten to lock the door behind me.

Starting point is 00:14:23 Without hesitation, I interrupted their conversation and exclaimed my guilt. I told them that I'd left the door unlocked but that my grandmother was in bed when I walked back to my room. My dad looked confused and asked how she could have been in bed. If I had seen her outside only moments before that, the penny finally dropped, and even my naive young mind understood what had been happening. My grandmother didn't sleepwalk.

Starting point is 00:14:54 There were two people who looked the same, one inside the house with me and the one outside in the woods at night. I tried to tell them that I might have let someone in. that my grandmother had a twin outside. But, who would believe such a thing? Especially from a confused little boy who was probably just dreaming or overcome with worry for his grand.

Starting point is 00:15:19 They never did find her. Another victim of undiagnosed dementia, just like my grandfather before her. My father is gone now. I've inherited my grandmother's homestead through his will. I truly believe that, as an adult, coming back here would help, that it would bring me some sort of closure to the whole thing

Starting point is 00:15:41 and help me make sense of it all. Yet, I'm left with more questions now. For every night I'm awoken, not by my grandmother knocking on the window. No, now when I look up and gaze to the thin glass pane, I see myself, pale-faced, smiling, and always gesturing. to be let in

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "My favourite Grandma lived outside and I let her in" Creepypasta

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