CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "My Mom Thinks She Has A Dog" Creepypasta

Episode Date: January 26, 2022

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My mother picked me up from the airport In the dark hours of the morning. It had been a long flight And an even longer year. When we finally pulled into the driveway, The ranch house I grew up in looked like a little black shipwreck sticking out of the fog. Why is the kitchen light on, I wondered.

Mom lives alone. We're here, boy. Oh yes we are. My mom shouted as she opened the door. That's hard, I thought. Is she talking to me? I rolled my luggage into the dark hallway. I didn't really need a light after all.

I knew the place by heart. The jet lag was hitting hard, and I barely managed the hose. and a simple conversation before I had to bed. I heard mom's muffled from the kitchen as I drifted off to sleep. It was a sweet, cooing sort of sound, the tone of voice you'd use with a baby or her pet. By the next morning I'd forgotten all about it. I jugged black coffee and chomped on cereal while my mother and I tried to plan our visit. We'd always been close, but

since I landed my dream job teaching in Japan, we only saw each other about once a year. We had to make it count. Well, that should be fine, my mom responded to the day trip I proposed, as long as I'm home in time to let Cooper out. Sorry, Cooper? Another thing about being away from people for a long time. Differences that you might not notice otherwise, like aging or personality changes, really stand out. and they tend to be changes for the worse. I felt a pang of guilt. It looked more small,

worn down than I remembered. Oh, silly, you know, Mum winked. Cooper, the dog. I, uh, I didn't know you'd gotten a dog. There it was again, that feeling of time slipping by.

Really? Mom scrunched up her eyebrows. I thought for sure. I mentioned it. Well, I'm sure you're meeting while you're visiting. I hope you too. I hope you too, frowning. Truth was, I didn't really like dogs all that much. And I was pretty sure that feeling was mutual. I know how attached some people get to their pets. But when I look into a dog's forward-facing predator eyes, my first thought is, creatures like this use to hunt and eat creatures like me. I peered out the blinds at the dead grass and leaning shed outside.

Two shining, stainless steel bowls glinted in the winter sun. So is Cooper out back or... Oh, I don't know. He comes and goes. I squinted at something across the way. A missing pet poster stuck to a telephone pole. It was for a cat though. As I got us packed and bundled up for our day trip, my eyes fixed on a new addition to the dark,

I hadn't noticed in the dark. Either it was a black rubber dog door, built for a big dog. My eyes fixed on a new addition to the house I hadn't noticed in the dark either. It was a black rubber dog door, built for a big dog. Each time it rattled in the wind,

a shiver ran up my spine. When we finally pulled out of the driveway, I realized that I was actually relieved to be leaving my home behind without a sign of cooper. We arrived after dark, hungry and tired from too much driving with too many stops. I went straight for the kitchen to prepare dinner, and I was so focused on chopping vegetables that at first I didn't notice the strange sounds coming from the living room. There we go. Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? leaning around the corner, I saw my mum, making a stroking motion.

Cooper, I figured. That I hadn't heard him come in. Mom and Cooper were still at play when I finished the jambalaya. Or, so I thought. But when I turned the kitchen corner, my mom was staring dead ahead at the TV. There was a program on about a pair of kids who'd gone missing from a play. playground a few blocks away. Um,

Um, Can I? Can I? Help with Cooper? Thanks anyway, dear. My mother nodded and took the steamy bowl out of my hand. But he just ran off. I'm sure he's around here somewhere.

He comes and goes. Yeah, you mentioned that. I was beginning to feel uneasy again. But I still couldn't say why. Don't you think it's kind of odd that he hasn't come out to greet me, you're the first, cooper's known, mom's she said, maybe, maybe he's just shy. That may have been true, but for the first time, I found myself unable to relax or unwind while visiting home, and it was all because of this unseen,

unknown present that just might pop up at any time. Where does Cooper usually hang out? I asked, snacks, and what's new, chit-you-you-you-all. I think I'd like to say hi. It makes sense that a shy dog would hide in the basement, right? I tried to reassure myself as I descended the stairs. The scuffed up wood brought back childhood memories. In those memories, I always seemed to be running up them as fast as I could,

terrified of what I'd see if I looked back over my shoulder. but I was an adult now standing with my shoulders square at the bottom of the light and there was nothing to be afraid of right I gave the chain a tug the basement didn't seem like it had changed at all since I was a kid same dented filing cabinets rusty cans old appliances a smell like dust and oil and wet fur Cooper I whispered. I felt like a fool. I tried again, Cooper. Cooper. Here, Cooper. The cellars damp and chill sank into my bones as I waited for a response. Nothing. With a sigh, I clicked off the bulb, started of the stairs, and heard something large, padding around in the dark. With a start, I rushed back.

down, yanked on the light chain. Again, nothing. But I'd heard something out there among the cobwebs and covered furniture. I was sure of it. I waited a solid minute before heading back, defeated. The movement started again when I was about halfway up, that is, just as far from the upstairs light as the one downstairs. This time it wasn't just skittering around. It was charging. The bulk of something much heavier than I was made the wooden steps creak and groan in the pitch blackness behind me. I ran as fast as I could, but even so I felt hot, panting breaths on my shins before I burst into the light of the kitchen. Mom looked at me curiously. He, I gasped.

Twenty years later, I guess I'm still scared of the basement, huh? Without a word, my mother turned back to the blue glow of the blue glow of the. of the TV. Apparently, there was no sign of the two missing children. Although, I went to bed early that night, I couldn't sleep. I kept waiting to hear movement from the basement or the rubber door flap. I'd almost drifted off when I got my wish. The clatter of the flap, the clack of pause on a hard surface, coming down my bedroom hallway. The sound got closer and closer, then seemed to pass right through my locked door. , whatever it was.

It was in the room with me. I sat up straight and turned on the light. I could hear its steps all around, and it sounded too big to hide. So, where was it? It was only when my instincts made me look up, that I saw the muddy porporints being tracked in circles on my bedroom ceiling. The chill ran down my spine, that scared, that comes from being watched by unseen eyes. The invisible thing at my ceiling stopped.

Then, growled. What the? I ran out of the room, heavy paw steps fast behind. I cried out to my mother, who had dozed off in a recliner. The growling behind me deepened. Then stopped. Mom sat up and put on the glasses. Oh, she smiled, I see you've met Cooper.

What? I weised. I heard panting and the sound of a wagging tail scraping across the floor. What the hell was this? I watched invisible paws sink into the carpet as the panting thing patted over to my mom. Its growls turned into happy yelps as, I guessed, my mother scratched this belly. Who's a good boy? My mom cooed. I crept closer.

Mom, I didn't know how to begin. Do you A snarl and a chomping sound cut me off. I felt, rather than saw, that something big had sprung to its feet before me and raised its hackles. Had a set of invisible jaws just snapped by my hand.

Oops, my mother cautioned, it seems like it's still not used to you. I backed away. until I was in the hallway, then shouted, there isn't a dog there. I don't know where you've got there, but it isn't a dog. Don't be silly. Of course, Cooper is a very good boy.

Yes, he is. The pleased yipping and whimpers resumed. It was more than I could take. I went back to my childhood bedroom, slammed the door and locked it. Not that it would do any good. When the noises finally stopped, I assumed my mother had gone to bed.

I tried to keep any darker possibilities out of my mind, because, as concerned as I was for her, the truth was that I was too scared to check, too scared of what might happen if I ran into that thing alone in the dark of the hallway, without my mother's apparently protective influence. I sat up in bed with a light on and an open pocket knife clutched in my fist,

not like they would do much good against an invisible creature with claws, and tried to stay awake and vigilant. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember was the sag of my bed as something heavy clamped close to me. My nose was overpowered by a reek like damp fur and rancid meat, but I didn't dare to move. For a couple of seconds, I lay stiff as a corpse, with Cooper's hot breath sweeping across my face. Then, it spoke. Do you want to see me? The voice was a bear could talk. I don't, I just, what are you?

I whispered. What do you want? Do you want to see me? It repeated. I screamed. I heard my mother's hobbling footsteps and felt awful for waking her. no matter how horrible the cause. The thing lowered its voice to a growling whisper as my mom fumbled to the door.

If you say yes, you can't take it back. Cooper. My mom put her hands on the hips. Get down from there, this instant. I'm sorry, she laughed. He's just not used to other people, you know. Mom, what does Cooper look like to you? Well, honey, my mom scratched.

head. I mean, he's hard to describe. Like a standard dog, why? Why? Why would you ask me that? Well, I stammered. I, uh, can't see him. Can other people see Cooper? Dead silence. Then, how would I know? It's not like I can take him for walks at my age. What do you mean you can't see him? My mom stalled. That's, that's just ridiculous. Come on, you must have noticed, I pressed. Like, when you look at you call him, Or play with him outside. Or when the mailmen or Jehovah's Witnesses or Girl Scouts

Or whoever comes to the door, They just act like he isn't there, right? The thing beside me didn't like this line of conversation at all. I felt it gently, but firmly, place a paw the size of a dinner plate on top of my stomach. Even with all these trend in running, I recognised that signal for what her warning

one of those claws would open up my intestines like a sharp knife slicing through sausage I don't know what you're talking about my mom snorted after a long pause but I could tell that I was onto something she couldn't see Cooper either my mind flashed back to those stainless steel dog dishes out back to the missing cat sign to the two kids who'd vanished

in this very neighbourhood. I chose my words carefully. How did you find, what does he eat? One day, I just heard him on my doorstep, whining and wagging his tail, so I told him he could come in. Mom put a hands on a hips,

and he's not expensive to feed, if that's what you mean. Unlike you when you lived under this roof, Cooper takes care of himself. Are you sure? Cooper doesn't get into any trouble? What do you mean? My mother's expression changed to one of genuine worry. Honey, you're scaring me. You don't want to scare mom, do you? The thing snarled, so low that only I could hear it. As it did, it dug his claws into my stomach, ever so slightly. Nah, I faked a smell. It was just a bad joke. I'm just tired. I'm sorry.

Well, my mother looked at me uncomfortably. If you still don't feel right in the morning, I can call Dr. Strauss. You know, the one you talked to when you had that incident back in high school. Did you know he's still practised in psychiatry, even at his age? I think you went to class with his daughter, in fact. She's a doctor now too, you know. I felt the invisible claws tapping impatiently and my very exposed belly. Um, I whimpered.

"'Yeah, okay, I'm just going to try to sleep now, and it looks like Cooper and I are getting along a lot better. "'Han?' "'You sure are,' my mom finally smiled again. "'It was a tired smile, though. "'The years of care-worn wrinkles I'd given her were clear, even as she switched off the light. "'Good-night, honey. Feel better in the morning.' "'We had the lights off and the door closed. I was alone

I was alone in total darkness with my mom's special pet For a time The heavy mass beside me Just lay there breathing heavily Its claw holding me firmly in place After my mom's

Touching footsteps fell silent However It nuzzled close A huge, rough tongue licked the side of my face Oh A muck and growl Hist into my ear

Who's a good boy?