CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "My Neighbor's Dog Has a Zipper" Creepypasta

Episode Date: February 26, 2021

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that is Shopify. combe. I didn't think anything of it. My neighbour would stop to chat with me, leash in hand, and I would catch glimpses of the metal slider dangling from its belly. I assumed it was wearing a piece of pet clothing, or that perhaps it was the byproduct of some weird veterinarian procedure.

But the more we chatted and the more I saw the mystery zipper, the more I realized it was out of the ordinary, clearly embedded in the dog's skin. It drew my attention every time we engaged in small talk, until finally one day I decided to ask about it Say, what is that zipper on the little guy's belly Anyway? Oh that? It's a long story. I wouldn't want

to bore you. I've got nothing but time. I wondered if she could see the bees of sweat forming above my brow. Really, it's nothing. Just the safety measure. And that was it? She pretty much laughed it off, grant me little in the way of an explanation. Thinking back, her responses were downright vague and deflective. She could see how curious I was. So why not just tell me?

And what exactly did she mean by safety measure? As unfruitful as our conversation was, I didn't press the matter any further. Days, weeks, months went by. I would occasionally see the dog's strange cosmetic feature, but I brushed it off every time. knowing it would only haunt me if I dwelled on it. Still, the thought itched in the back of my mind.

It wasn't until a few months had passed that I would finally have the nerve to scratch it. I was pulling up weeds along my fence when I looked over at my neighbour's place, noticing the dog lying at the back porch. A stray cat wandered by, as often happened in our neighbourhood. Without so much as a warning growl or malicious stent,

the dog trotted over to the cat and scarfed it down, the sound of sharp teeth colliding with bone. The cat screeched in agony until it was no more. In minute flat, its entire body was devoured. I was in shock. The cat's cries alerted to my neighbour to the situation. She raced outside, grabbed the dog by the collar, and pulled him into the house. Through the sliding door, it was tough to make out.

But I swear she unzipped him and reached inside, seemingly adjusting one of his organs. He didn't flinch, not even a bit. After pulling her arm out, the dog dropped to the floor, dead as a doornail from the looks of it. She then carried him outside and placed him back on the porch, arranging him into a sleeping position before getting in a car and leaving for the day. This five-minute span of visual information was unlike anything I'd ever witnessed. Words like gruesome, strange and horrific are too tainted describe what I saw. I was appalled beyond measure. After the shock wore off, I hop the fence and approach the dog's carcass.

I felt its neck, cold to the touch, no pulse. I looked to its underside, and there it was. That god-forsaken zipper in all its mysterious glory. I felt kind of bad for the dog dying, but I had to know what that damn thing was there for. I needed an explanation, for not only the dogs, but my neighbour's odd behaviour, just moments ago.

I slowly unzip the dog's belly, placating my curiosity with the satisfaction of the metal sliding across metal. I spread each side of the opening with my hands and peered in, divulging the animal's inner workings. What I saw

was absolutely dumbfounding. My neighbour's dog was animatronic. There was wiring, gears, a tank where its stomach should have been the whole nine yards. It didn't make any sense, but there it was, staring back in me from behind the zipper. After scurring back home in shock, I decided that my best course of action would be to call

animal control. I could tell them my neighbour's dog trespassed on my lawn I was attacking the neighbour's cats. It would show up, examine the robotic carcass, and then go from there. I knew there wasn't a protocol for this sort of thing, but I assume they could take care of things and contact the appropriate people, whether it be. the police, the government, or National Enquirer. As long as this weird predicament was taken care of, I could sleep easy, knowing that my neighbor's strange robot dog wasn't going around eating whatever it pleased.

Simple, right? Nope. Far from it. Animal control took a while to get there. By the time they arrived, my neighbor had come home and disposed of the evidence, hiding the dog somewhere in a home. The animal control officer apologized for the man. misunderstanding and left, leaving my neighbour on a front porch, glaring in my direction.

It appeared privacy meant nothing to the local authorities, just my luck. The days that followed were different. My neighbour's dog had sprung to life, reactivated by its master, no doubt. They would walk their usual path around the cul-de-sac, but would not stop for small talk. I knew her dirty little secret after all. I was no longer a friendly neighbour to be conversed with Oh no I was an enemy

A danger to this woman's unusual way of life Even if I meant no harm to her Or her strange choice of pet She didn't seem to see it that way She continued to give me the cold shoulder For about a month and a half Before finally speaking with me again On one of her daily strolls

Hey there Hello, everything all right Just peachy I'm having a cook out Saturday at noon you're more than welcome to come. Strange. We weren't on speaking terms for over a month, and now I was suddenly invited over.

Maybe this was her extending an olive branch my way, her way of saying, no hard feelings. Yeah, sure, I can make it. Sounds like a good time. Great, I'll add you to the list. As she walked away, I felt they need to apologize,

even if a dog was a weird, cat-eating robot. Hey, about that. that animal control call. I just wanted to say, don't worry about it. Order into the bridge. See you saturday. She hurried off home and that was that. Problem solved. Oh, so I thought. The night before the cookout, I couldn't sleep. I kept hearing what sounded like footsteps creeping around the perimeter of my house. Every time I got up to investigate, the sound ceased and the coast appeared to be clear. It was either a prank at my expense, a burglar. A burglar. A burglar. taking their sweet time to pull the trigger, or ghosts roaming around in the night.

Either way, it left me anxious, making sleep a distant dream, just out of my reach. During a particularly loud set of footsteps, I raced downstairs, just in time to catch four, glowing dots peering through my living room window. This was enough to make my neck hairs stand upright. Though terrified, I wasted no time, grabbing a ball bat and storming out my front door to greet the would-be intruders. I may be old, but I can still kick some ass when needed, especially when it involves crossing my property line.

To my astonishment, my yard was empty. I covered every side of the house, only to find no one, not a sole insight in any direction I looked. I don't care how fast you can sprint. Nobody could have made it out of eye shut in such a short period of time, even in those low-light conditions. Baffled and even more anxious than before, I locked up every last door and wind.

window in my home, before crawling under the covers like a frightened child, scared of the mysterious figures lurking in the shadows. The footsteps dissipated over the course of the night, and, as the sun came up over the horizon, so too did my fear. My waking nightmare had ended, but not before putting a weary, sleep-deprived frame of mind in its place. In a sluggish slur of movement, I grudgingly made my way to my neighbor's house around noon, ready as I would ever be for the neighbourhood get together.

Oddly enough, there were no cars in the driveway, aside from her own. I wondered if I got the wrong date, but after knocking on the door, she greeted me with a smile and rushed me into the house. We exchanged pleasantries, and she sat me down at a barstool in the kitchen. After a few moments of awkward silence, I must have the courage to ask about the elephant in the room. So, where is everybody? You're already here, silly?

I tilted my head, puzzled. What about everyone else? There is no one else. You're the only person I invited. All at once, the pieces clicked into place. I felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. A sudden kindness, the noise the night before. There was no cookout.

There was never any cookout. I was in the middle of a trap lowered in largely by my own idiocy. I should have guessed that something sinister was going to happen the moment I insid that dog. So? So,

what happens now? I asked. You'll see. Just sit tight. I quickly jumped up from a chair and turned towards the door. Within human speed, she bolted in front of me, a large kitchen knife and hand. Not so fast. I stood still a stone, intimidated by a fluid motions and firm stance.

We need to talk. About what? I knew exactly what. Don't play dumb with me. And that's when I noticed it. On her chest, peeking through the top of a blouse. I would have missed it had the sunlight coming through the window, not danced across his metal. She had a zipper too.

Stricken to my core with fear, my gaze was interrupted by an angry hand gesture. My eyes are up here. The moments that ensued are a bit fuzzy, but I can only guess that I was knocked out or chloroformed, as I awoke strapped to a chair in a new room. Given the staircase, I assumed I was in a basement, though this realization didn't help me any. I attempted to break free of my restraints, but it was no use. Unless she freed me herself, I was fastened to that chair for life. In absence of mobility, I decided to give the place a once over.

The staircase was to my left and a concrete wall to my right, but directly in front of me was a workstation, complete with about a dozen computers. This is where my neighbour sat, a USB cord snaking out of her unzipped chest, typing away at a blinding rate. Her motives were still unclear to me, Though confined to the one view, I was able to turn my neck in off in both directions to form a decent picture of what was behind me.

It was a wall of cages, each housing an identical copy of a dog. They didn't move, even in the slightest, likely just as animatronic as she was. What on God's green earth had I stumbled into? Just then, my neighbour ripped the cord from a chest and walked over to me. Ah, good, you're awake.

Did you have a nice nap? I refused to reply, looking her up and down in disgust, trying to make out what this thing was that was speaking to me. What's the matter, dog got your tongue? I remained silent in lieu of her taunting me. That's all right, you just need to listen. Sit tight, I'll be right back. She walked over to a workstation and grabbed something

before reclaiming a spot in front of me. I've worked too hard in this location, to have you screwing things up on me. Then again, it's my own fault. I was careless. I never should have left my core on the porch like that. I assume she was talking about the dog. I want you to look at this.

She placed an object at eye level. It was a badge of sorts, upon which was a logo that read, Synthetic tech. I'm an android. I work for a large company, moving from location to location, gathering specific information that is crucial to our initiative. You can't know anything beyond that. Hell, you already know far too much.

I hadn't noticed it at first, but she seemed to be playing with a zipper. God, I'm so sick of this damn meat suit. Before my very eyes, she removed her clothes and unzipped herself down to the groin. In the most unnatural way possible, she slid out of her own skin, revealing to me her true form. She was nothing but a pile of electronics, pieced together in a human, shape. It was a strange sight, nauseating in every sense of the word. The way she moved and spoke all like this was downright sickening. I can't say any more, but I want you to know that our work is necessary. If you were to speak these truths to the world above, you would be jeopardising

everything we've accomplished. You have to submit to our intentions and see that they are just. I didn't know what to make of this. I simply looked away, wishing not to see a grotesque, animatronic face any longer. Unfortunately for me, she grouted and forced it in her direction anyway, the feeling of cold metal enveloping my jaw.

You need to promise me that you will submit. You are not to tell anyone of this. Do you understand? I nodded in agreement, but only because I wanted her hand off of my face. Luckily, she let go and backed away.

Good. You know, we're not so bad when you get to know us. In a sense. we're just like you. Internally, I scoffed at the thought of this. I was nothing like her, and not just because of her appearance.

I was never one to go around kidnapping my neighbours, holding them captive in my basement. It just wasn't my cup of tea. Well, this is it. I'll need you to take over from here. Don't make the same mistake I did, lest you regret it for the rest of your life. This was the last thing she said to me,

though I had no idea what any of it meant. I must have been knocked and conscious again because the next thing I remember was waking up on a basement floor no longer bound by my restraints for one reason or another she didn't kill me I was a free man

without warning a group of trained operatives burst through the basement door and race down to help me up are you all right yeah I'm fine what's going on I noticed a few of the men walk on opposite sides of the room

to gather evidence. One guy ripped open a cage, grabbed one of the dogs and unzipped him, revealing it to be nothing but a hollow carcass. They're empty, sir, a collection of shells. Just as I suspected, no matter, load them into the truck with the hard drives.

Hopefully she didn't wipe them before she left. I must have looked completely bewildered because the gentleman grouching me by the shoulders and looked me straight in the eye. Everything is fine now. We've been on this woman tale for a long time. We may not have captured her, but this is still a big win, and it's all thanks to you. I was still confused, but more so relieved that it was over.

Are you sure you're right? Don't need a ride to the hospital? I shook my head, not wishing to be poked and prodded after what I'd endured. I didn't trust the doctor's much anyway. I just wanted to go home. Okay, let me walk you too. your house. I agreed and we were off.

I couldn't wait to get inside and put the whole ordeal behind me. That was the plan anyway. Whatever government officials they were, the entire crew picked the place clean and left my neighbourhood within a couple of hours. That night I received a call from them for a statement regarding the situation. I obliged and asked some questions myself. Though the information was privileged, I gilded them into giving up some details, claiming I needed some peace of mind so I could sleep at night,

the fact that I was just a frail old man helped to. It would seem my neighbour was a high-ranking disciple in an android cult hell-bent on infiltrating various government agencies. They were currently in the process of recruiting new members to weigh their cause. That's all I was told, which was more than I thought I would get. This was enough to placate my curiosity and keep me from dwelling on the events as they unfolded. I thanked the man on the other end and hung up, content with my findings. After ending the call, I heard a knock at my front door.

I didn't usually get visitors that late at night, but I suspected it would be one of my neighbours, asking about the sting operation that just took place next door. I opened the door, and to my surprise, there was no person there to greet me. No, not a person. Instead, there was a dog, identical to my neighbours

before I could process its arrival and trotted inside and sat on the floor a voice then emanated from its collar shut the door I did as the dog said baffled and afraid

hello I am serial number 724234 I will be your core companion on your journey of fulfillment true adventure awaits would you like to begin your first task I didn't know how to respond Or what in God's name was happening

But it was at this point That it felt an itch Running up the length of my torso It was subtle at first But grew to the point That I had to reach down my shirt And scratch at it That's when I felt a familiar metal

caress my fingers It took a moment for it to sink in But I knew exactly what I was feeling It was a zipper I'm