CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "My first day as a delivery boy didn't turn out so great" Creepypasta

Episode Date: October 6, 2021

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royalties across the land to its finest and luscious drinks. Indeed, it was the very foundation of the soon-grown beer industry and invigorated the soul-deep love for beer in the entire country. It would most certainly raise an eyebrow of concern to many if they found an unaccompanied 14-year-old child standing outside the old firm, or any brewery for that matter, under the torrent of merciless night rain. However, I had my reasons. I wasn't waiting in the storm for a brew, but rather I was looking up to brew up a grand storm,

a storm of unexpected twists and events that I solemnly regret to this day. I glanced the clock tower a few dozen meters away in an attempt to tell the time. Quarter to eleven, the clock read. I let out a wobbled sigh and began slowly pacing up and down the cobbled path, unsure of whether my impatience was because of anticipation or apprehension. Two days ago, I was offered a job by an emotionally torn man, whom was desperate to, quote, get his business back on track. Considering how unfair and grueling life was for my single mother,

who had to work 70 to 75 hours a week away from home and go several days without a proper meal just to make me sleep happy and healthy, I accepted it without a moment of hesitation. We both agreed that our rendezvous would be outside the old firm on Tuesday night at 10pm. Questionable timing for such a crucial appointment, but my zest far awayed my intuition. I was refraining from telling her about the job offer and wished to give her a pleasant shock with my earnings. After all, humans love unexpected surprises. I assume you are Mr. Hank, yes?

A tall, well-dressed, slightly wrinkled man towered beside me, blowing out a warm pop of smoke from his cigarette. He sported a black fedora covering his eyes, a pitch black shirt and tie, and a long brown coat that extended all the way down to his upper shin. There was a particular energy about him that I can't quite put my finger on. If our meeting earlier didn't occur, I most certainly have yelled at the top of my lungs for help.

Yes, Mr. Robinson, please, there's no need to address me with a formality. I replied, slightly lowering my head. I felt like interrogating him on the reason he arrived so late, but I didn't dare to do so in fear of losing my job. He chuckled, took my cold, shivering hand, and shook it vigorously. I think I should, Mr. Hank. You're a lifesaver. Please, come inside and we'll talk about what you need to do.

He reached into his coat pocket and brandished the key, on which I can swear I saw a few specks of blood on and led me inside the legendary brewery. The inside of the brewery heavily contradicted its status and popularity. The wooden table and skinny chairs look like they were able to collapse at any given moment. The walls were coated with moss and dust that hadn't been looked after by the staff.

The floor sung an ugly choir of creeks that was so unsettling to hear. I shivered and grabbed my arms as Mr. Robinson guide me down a flight of stairs We continued walking down into a secret chamber I was too dark to make out any detail The air felt extremely tense and hostile Like I was being dragged down into the deepest depths of the underworld

I began to feel uneasy and desire to forfeit there and then However the thought of my mother going another night hungry Actuated me to follow this man Regardless of my fears It was only when we were met with a medium-sized plastic wrapped box did Mr Robinson stop in his tracks? Without a whisper, he squatted down and attached this sticky note with some writing of the box.

Mr. Robinson fumbled into his coat pocket again and brandished a hand-sized bottle containing a yellowish blue liquid. He then picked up the box and placed it with the utmost care in my arms. His expression, once polite and positive, was now a complexion of earnestness instead. He spoke with a tone like no one would hear from reading a text or a script. The deliverer shall fulfill his duty in delivering this box to no one else but the owner.

Not a single word you shall utter to anyone during your journey, no matter who they may be. Upon meeting the owner, you must maintain eye contact with him, and you must be as polite as possible. Once he accepts his delivery and dismisses you, you must immediately turn and make your way back. You shall not look or try to know what occurs inside his house after the delivery is completed. This delivery must be completed before the hour-hand strikes 12. The most important rule is to avoid conflict with the owner. Failure to comply with any of these laws will result in severe consequences. He took a deep breath, then pointed at the bottle atop the mysterious box.

In any case of the deliverer being in a pinch, he may drink this liquid to ease the situation. However, it is strongly advised to adhere to the rules in the first place to avoid this unfortunate scenario. no matter what happens. But, but sir, I was under the impression that this was a regular job. This task is way too immense for a 14-year-old, don't you think? I'm aware of that, Mr. Hanks,

which is why I shall ascertain a grandson of wealth for you if you can accomplish this. Do you accept your duty or not? I gulped and looked at the package with mighty contemplation. This felt all too risky for me. Was Mr. Robinson just a cruel? praised person looking for someone to run his errands? What was the reason I was required to strictly follow these ludicrous laws? A bottle for supposed protection? Blastphemy. My stomach growled softly.

I was getting hungrier. I breathed the cane and glanced behind me. Ever since I was born, I was plagued with problems and difficult situations, all of which could have been sorted if we just had a bit more money. A grandson of wealth would surely do much more than just that. Let us get started, sir. Mr. Robinson's face abruptly lit up with a mixture of relief and joy, almost like he destroyed any remembrance of what he talked about and knew. Excellent. You know your way then. It's quite a distance and there are no carriages lurking about at this time,

so you must make haste, Mr. Hanks. I nodded and dashed up the stairs, two steps at a time, back to the surface, feeling very much like a new person. I looked at the sticky note attached to the box, trying to engrave the address in my mind. 23 Minow section, 2nd Street, door number 12. Getting there is unquestionably not a problem for me. I know my hometown better than one knows their kin.

Under the poorly lit lights, I found myself rushing past the corridor of blurry houses. The regular pit pattern of my shoes colliding with the cobblestone street, breaking the deafening silence. My stomach was roaring now, and I slightly winced at the increasing agony. I heard some people yell, curse and throw buckets of feces at me through their windows, assuming I was a thief. I most certainly didn't blame them.

It's a pretty strange thing to see at this time. I had about 40 minutes remaining, but I didn't wish to spend a second longer in this nightmare task I was issued with. I was buried so deep in my ocean of thoughts and conspiracies that I didn't even notice how much I closed in on my destination. I could see it now. 23 minnow section 2nd Street Door number 12 How do I describe it

In comparison to the rest of the town It looked like that one friend That accompanies a group of friends all the time But unambiguously doesn't fit in with a group So near yet so isolated Large yet desolate There was something about this abode That didn't sit right with anyone

Who has been unlucky enough to come near it Still I moved forward I had to do this. I couldn't say no. Soon enough, I advanced toward the door and dazed at it in a bid to conceptualise who or what was waiting for me behind the door. I led out all my worries and a weary sigh

and gently knocked on the door. The door marginally opened and a middle-aged woman peeked out to greet me. I couldn't see much, but judging from the way she appeared before me, she must have woken up from slumber and was evidently unhappy at my interruption. Her eyes wandered down to what I possessed in my hands

and slowly back up to meet my gaze. We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. At long last, she was the one to break the silence. My husband isn't home, young man. I believe it would be sufficient if you leave it here for the time being. I continued staring at her, not daring to say a word. She cleared her throat and spoke in a slightly harsh turn this time. Excuse me, he isn't home. He returns in 20 minutes time dear. You wouldn't want to

stay out in this poor weather and possibly wait for him, would you? I pause myself not to react to words. That would unmistakably break the very first law Mr. Robinson told me to follow. Just how much time is this woman intending to eat up, I wondered. After an additional minute of blaring silence, she exhaled deeply and shook her head. Let me fetch my heart. husband won't take a minute. Shortly after, the woman reappeared on the doorstep with her husband. Except, he was nothing like I imagined him to be. No, he was far from the appropriate pronoun to call it. That thing was an absolute monstrosity. It was a behemoth in size and a freak of nature in body proportion. It had a dark crimson ray complexion. The creature had two bony and slim arms and

legs. Its mouth displayed a merciless, vicious row of teeth that appeared to decimate anything in existence into mere atoms. Perhaps its most frightening feature was its head. Its head was far larger than its body, which momentarily made me marvel at how he was still able to stand. The creature had five eyes, with one massive eye on its forehead. All of their gaze is burning my skin right into my very fragile soul. It towered above me without a word to say. It towered above me without a word to say. My legs began shaking violently and my conscious struggle of remaining on two feet commenced. I felt a break of cold sweat piling on my neck and back. It was an endeavour to sustain composure. If I don't speak now, I won't speak again. I gulped and extended the package slowly to the beast.

I broke a nervous smile and spoke up in the most positive manner I could deliver. Good evening, sir. I've come to do that. deliver your package? The creature tilted his head to the side and inquisitively looked at the package unsure of whether to trust a new boy on the job or murder him on the spot. Just as I was beginning to question

whether I got the correct address or not and prayed my silent prayers, the creature grinned from ear to ear and let out a giddy laugh. He handed the package to his wife to bring home and returned back to the abyss that was his abode. I took that as the approval message Mr. Robinson mentioned.

I'm glad you appreciate it. Good night, sir. With that said, I set off on my journey back home. I just about liberated a thankful chuckle under my breath. Fair to say, I was pretty amazed at just how easy things went. If only, I hadn't celebrated so early. The woman accidentally let the package slip out of its grasp and it fell onto the floor. I must have heard something breaking there, perhaps glass.

The box looked to corrode slowly, but under the harsh rain it was uneasy to tell. That got the beast's unwanted attention. The woman sung to the floor and pleaded and cried for the beast to spare a life. To the beast, her life was in the least of his interests. Within seconds, it lunged the water and crammed her inside its mouth in one go. The pleaded screams muffled by the horrifying, nauseating sounds. of sharp razors meeting flesh and bone. Blood splattered and painted the streams of rainwater between the cobble red.

It roared indignantly, a shriek so fierce it made my eardrums bleed. This thing was beyond angry now. Before long, his attention was fixated on me now. I was no runner, but even with a few dozen meters head start, the creature caught up to me in mere seconds and pinned me to the floor with his misleading of normal arm strength. I rapidly clawed at my face and my neck, ripping off chunks of flesh and skin. I tried to wriggle and push the thing off of me, but my attempt was in vain.

He wanted to kill me too. I saw it in its blood-lusted eyes. Effortless, it hoisted me up and welcomed me with this savage, brutal set of teeth. With my free hand, I grabbed the liquid in my right pocket and flicked it open. Instead of drinking it, I squirted it in the critter's mouth. The creature yelped and gagged in pain, letting me go. I fell down onto the floor and backed away from it immediately. It started screeching and screaming and shrieking,

was trying to choke out what I fed it. The liquid seemed to have inflamed it from inside out, and large pores emerged around its torso. A steady stream of blood, organs and acid flowed out of its hideous body as it descended onto its knees. The creature shot me one last, conquered, stare as his eyes rolled to the back of its skull. I looked at the bottle in my hand with bewilderment. Ease the situation, according to Mr. Robinson, meant killing yourself to save the pain.

Realising the gravity of the state of affairs I was in, I silently cursed at Mr. Robinson. I made an effort to rise on my feet, but to no avail. I broke some ribs from the fall and fractured my right ankle. My right cheek was slashed and a few parts of my neck was missing. I was lying in a pool of water, mud and blood. I was losing a lot of blood and needed urgent medical attention. My vision became obscure, and I felt myself breathing a lot slower. Ten weeks later, I was healthy and fit again. The hospital did quite a splendid job of fixing me up.

They did surgery in my face and neck, as well as treated my ribs and fractured ankle. The doctor said I was blessed to be alive, and had they not arrived any sooner, I would have breathed my last that night. Nobody was able to find out the cause of the event, and it was eventually labelled as a mystery. The only person who's fully aware of what happened was my mother, who was on a way back home from work. She was the one who sought medical attention for me

while I was half dead. A reprimanding is a little too light to describe her reaction, and she vowed that I won't be allowed to be seen out of a sight. I guess you won't be going anywhere too as I found a huge lump of cash under my table with a blooded note beside it superb work Mr. Hanks outstanding

not how I plan things to go but nonetheless you deliver just in time come meet me at the old firm I have more packages for you to deliver this is just the beginning yours sincerely Mr Robinson