CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Something came back with us from the woods" Creepypasta

Episode Date: May 22, 2021

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to make then to come to come out of bio-cure Macshot liquid. Foodingsupplement forcry-percry by the apotheker. I'm part of a study group that meets once a month.

We typically meet on a Saturday afternoon and spend several hours hanging out and discussing ideas, talking about problems we've been having and helping each other with feedback from reading each other's stuff. On the holiday months, which in our case has typically meant October and December, we try to make the meeting a bit more festive and it becomes more of a party than anything else. That's why when Colby suggested we do an overnight camping trip this October. complete with a spooky ghost tour and scary stories around the campfire. It sounded like a great idea. There was more of an expansion of what we normally would have done around Halloween,

rather than any real departure from the past four years I had been part of the group. I was excited for it, not just because the activities seemed like they would be fun, but because these people are my friends. Sure, we don't see each other as often as some friends, but I feel like I've gotten to know each of the five other members of our group pretty well over time, and I've reached the point that I look forward to our meetings more for the social aspect than for any help or support it gives my writing. So we gathered up at Colby's

house and headed out in his SUV to Winter Falls Wildlife Preserve. Colby said he knew one of the guys that administered the property and we had the green light to be there, which was cool for two reasons. First, only a handful of people were given permission to camp on the property every year, so the likelihood of running into loud drunk teenagers camping too close for comfort was very low. Second, there was an old abandoned place on the land that was rumoured to be haunted. Now, I assume this second thing was slightly BS. And if it had come from Alan or Janet, are two horror and paranormal writers in the group,

I would have said they were just making up stuff as part of some elaborate Halloween story or prank. But all this information came from Colby. and he didn't like horror. Couldn't stomach it really. He mainly wrote poetry and character pieces that was so dense with historical detail that you felt like you'd been through a class on a given period before you reached the end of the story.

He was sensitive and delicate and... Well, it seemed odd he'd be the one to suggest going there in the first place, but it somehow made it more believable too. We wrote with Colby onto the property. past two gates he had the keys for, and up on a winding dirt road that finally petered out into patchy grass and hard scrabble before being consumed by brush and deeper woods.

I made the suggestion that we just camp in that open area near the car, but Bonnie and Susan, who were both allegedly romance novelists, but who spent more time flirting with Colby than working on their writing during our get-togethers, giggled to each other, and suggested to Colby that we needed to go deeper to find the right spot. I wrought my eyes and sighed as the Okuli smiled at them and nodded. Although it hadn't been said, Colby was the de facto leader on this little trip,

and, without another word, we pushed into the woods. After the initial few feet, the walk actually became fairly pleasant. There was a cool breeze in the afternoon air, and a small, crooked path had opened up as we went past the first few trees and bushes. We walked for probably 30 minutes before coming to a cold. clearing that Colby said was a good spot to set up camp. Looking at his watch, he said if we could get our tents and stuff set up quickly, we'd have around an hour of daylight left to start heading to the haunted building

he started telling us about. He told us that at one time it had been a private home owned by a family known for their strange ways and practices. He said this last part with a theatricality that I hadn't known he was capable of, raising his eyebrow as he lowered his voice to a gravely rasp. Eventually, the family died off or something because it became an orphanage of sorts, taking in trouble children who were having a difficult time at home, or at other orphanages that couldn't or wouldn't tolerate their behavior.

Are you saying this was a baby prison? By this time, we were actually walking with him away from the finished campsite, and I regretted the question as soon as I asked it. I liked Colby, and I didn't want him to think I was making fun of his weird attempt, at a scary story. But he just nodded and grinned at me. Yeah, kinder. Not babies, but some of the children were very violent or deranged.

That lasted a few years, but it seems like a lot of the children got worse living at the orphanage, not better. And eventually, the place fell into such ill repute, the business dried up and the house was shuttered for good. Since that time, no one has lived there, but there are several accounts of people hiking or camping nearby and having...

Incidents. Again, the raised eyebrow as he looked around at us, like an old vaudeville villain. It was kind of cute in a dopey way. Bunny tittered at him. What kind of incidents, Corby Pooh? That was one of a cloying nicknames for him

when she was feeling especially promiscuous. Like usual, he blushed when she said it, looking away before continuing. I wanted to punch her. Well, hearing voices when no one is there for one thing. In more than one account of seeing lights or faces at the windows of the old house. That kind of stuff. Susan, not wanting to be left out, grabbed his arm dramatically as she looked up at him with doe eyes.

This sounds scary. You're going to protect us? Colby gave an awkward laugh and nodded. Yeah, sure. He looked up at me and smiled. I'm sure we'll all get through it okay. The house was impressive and impressively creepy. Large swaths of moths lay draped across most of the roof,

but even with several of the windows broken and his weathered skin of yellowed paint and warped rotting wood, you could see what a beautiful house it had once been. Four stories tall, with thin columns going up to a large balcony on the second floor. He looked far too stately and regal to be stuck in the middle of these dark woods, being slowly consumed by decay. yet at the same time it somehow seemed to fit its locale perfectly

The front of the house reminded me of a face An ancient mouldering face That stared at us with cold contempt As we shuffled across What had likely once been a well-manicured front lawn I suppressed the shiver As I unconsciously dropped my gaze Looking back at Alan and Janet

I saw they had similar expressions of both awe and apprehension I leaned toward them and tried to sound nonchalant. This place of the snuff, spookiness-wise, it seems to be pretty creepy to me, but I'm no expert. Janet looked at me and beamed. Yeah, this place is badass. Alan nodded his agreement before going back to fumbling with his phone as he tried to take a picture.

Colby noticed him and frowned. Come on, man, leave off with a phone, will you? We're here to accept. experience it, not look at our phone screens the entire time. Looking cheapish, Alan nodded and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. I almost said something then, as I didn't like Colby bossing Alan around like he was some kid, especially when in truth, Alan was probably five years older than any of the rest of us. But then, Colby was excitedly telling us to come on that he had a key for this place too,

and I went along, pushing my irritation and doubts aside. He unlocked the front door without any problem, but it took him and Alan shoving it hard to create a large enough opening for us to squeeze through. The afternoon light had already been fading, and, once we were inside, I realized we had left the sun behind. We all pulled our phones out then,

using flashlight apps to light our way as we moved down the trash room front hall that led to a large room that had possibly once been a small ballroom or massive parlor. It was now a black ruin A tangy, putrid smell Fill my nose As I sent a wash of electric light

Over mouldy walls And dangerous looking floors I don't know about this, Colby I didn't want to be a party booper But I was already having images Of someone falling through the floor Or getting sick from breathing in all this rot I could see that Alan and Janet

were feeling the same way And even Susan was starting to look uncomfortable I noticed Bonnie scowling at me, but I ignored her as I went on. I'm just worried this place might not be structurally sound, you know. I don't want someone getting hurt. He nodded and smiled. I know it looks rough, but listen, I've been here once before, and it really is safer than it looks. Just go where I go, and if anyone gets too worried, we'll stop and leave.

Fair? I wanted to say that I had already said I was too worried and wanted to go. go, but I let it go. I was probably being overly cautious, and as long as we were careful, it should be fine. And it was, at first at least. The house was very creepy, and we heard the odd sounder to, but there was nothing too remarkable. After walking around inside for a few minutes, we split up into smaller groups to explore a bit. Surprising no one, Bonnie and Susan had gone with Colby,

while I had gone with Alan and Janet. I didn't like splitting up, but I was trying not to worry and get into the spirit of our adventure. We spent some time wandering around the main floor, as I had no interest in trying the stairs or the flooring on the upper levels.

The house truly was massive, with numerous halls weaving between different rooms, large and small. Alan, Janet and I started working our way back toward the front of the house when I turned a corner and ran into Susan.

The odd bubblegum scented perfume she always wore, assaulting my nostrils as we bumped into each other. She let out a yelp and then smiled at me nervously. Damn, I got turned around and separated from Colby and Bonnie. Glad to see a friendly face again in this place. I smiled and then went slightly. Poor Colby. Bonnie has probably attacked him by now. Susan surprised me by letting out a short laugh and nodding.

Yeah, I think he's cute and all, but not really my little. type. I just like joking around a bit. But Bonnie, yeah, she may hurt that boy. We both laughed again, trying to stifle it as Alan and Janet came around the corner. We walked on for a bit when I thought I heard Bonnie's voice. Thinking about what we've just said, I decided I might as well try to intervene if Colby wanted any intervening. I dropped back and went in the direction of a voice, making a point to call out to them well before I walked up on something I shouldn't see. I got no response, and as I walked to where I thought she had been, I saw no sign of either

of them. I was in what had once been a large kitchen, white tall walls painted with blue roosters and hens, forming a weird quaint procession around the perimeter of the room. There was an old-fashioned kitchen hearth containing a large castine pot along one wall, and as I watched it, I thought I saw shadowed movement in the ashes underneath. the pot. My first thought was rat. But whatever it was, I wanted no part of it.

I headed back the way I came, regretting ever leaving the group in the first place. That when I ran in the corner and saw Bonnie and Colby. At first, I thought they were embracing. But then I realised he was behind her, and she didn't seem to realize he was even there. His light was off, and I could only make out his outline from the reflected illumination of her phone's light, hitting the rotting wall in front of them. It struck me as hard, so I stopped and watched for a moment. Colby lifted his hand and placed it on the back of her head, while uttering a single word.

Silla! Bonnie jumped and let out a little scream as she turned around. I couldn't see much of their faces in the phone's meagre glow, but I could hear the fear in her voice as she spoke, although she tried to hide it and turn it into a joke once she saw who had touched her You scared me you asshole You're going to have to make that up to Hey you guys ready to go

I don't know why I blurted it out But I didn't want to be in the house any longer And for whatever reason I didn't feel right leaving Bonnie alone with him anymore I expected a glare from Bunny As I shine my light on them But instead She looked relieved

For Golby's part He just gave me a thin smile And nodded Yeah I think we're done here We were all fairly quiet On the way back to the campsite Though I noticed that neither Bonnie or Susan

Seemed interested in sticking close to Colby this time I didn't know what to make of what I'd seen And as we settled into cooking hot dogs And joking around Things began to feel more normal again By the time we were taking turns telling scary stories, I had almost decided that I just made a mistake, thinking anything was going on beyond a guy trying to scare a girl he liked. But when he was getting close to

my turn to tell a story, I got up to go to the bathroom, as I racked my brain for something that could even vaguely compete with Janet's story about a mother's dead twin sister, or Alan's tale of water babies that drag people into a nearby lake. I found what I hoped was a non-poisonous bush and squatted down, my gaze going back to the campfire and my old collection of friends laughing and talking there. Their shadows were flung giant against the tents and surrounding trees, dancing and shifting in the ever-changing flicker of the firelight. That's when I noticed it.

Bonnie had two shadows. One was like the others, vague and ill-defined, but still an amplified and it. distorted version of a silhouette. The second was something very different. It was much darker and almost seemed to have a substance to it. It moved, but in a way that was discordant and wrong, out of sync with the fire or the other shadows. And its shape.

Its shape was more defined than the others, and much more horrible because of that added definition. I didn't know what was up, but it didn't resemble anything human. I pulled at my pants and strode back to the campsite. My heart was thudding, and the last thing I wanted was to be near Colby or Bonnie, but he had the only car, and I wasn't staying out there any longer. I told him that I was sick, badly sick, and I needed to go home.

Alan and Janet made disappointed noises, and Bunny and Susan gave no real argument or comment at all, other than Susan asking if I needed anything, but my eyes were primarily on Colby. He just looked at me, his expression seeming sad or disappointment, except for his eyes. His eyes were hard and distant,

as though he was considering something, doing some kind of dark arithmetic behind that gaze. After a few heartbeats, he just nodded with a small smile. Sure, there's always next time, the ride back to his house, was the longest three hours of my life. I was exhausted,

but there was no chance I was falling asleep in the car with either of them. While I didn't know what was going on, I was past doubting myself or putting myself in any more danger than was necessary to get home and away from them.

So I sat on the back with my hand on the door handle in case I needed to make a hasty exit, fast-moving asphalt or no. I talked very little, and when we reached Colby's house, I was out of the car before I made a complete stop. Someone yelled that I was leaving my sleeping bag behind,

but I didn't turn around. Screw it. They could keep it. When I got home, I locked my door and checked all the windows. It was after sunrise before I finally fell into a fitful sleep. And even then, I was plagued with dreams of being trapped in that house with shadows chasing me through the dark. In the first few days after that,

I kept expecting to see Colby, Bonnie or both, coming around to check on me or deal with me or something. But there would be no sign of anyone. I have stayed in my apartment most of the time since then, but this afternoon I finally had to go out to get groceries. I was nervous the entire time, but I never saw anyone I knew and made it back home uneventfully. When I walked into my apartment, I froze. bubble gum. I smelled bubble gum.

I dropped my bags and stepped back into the hallway. After several seconds of silence, I reached in enough to turn on all the lights. I could get from the switches next of the door. Nothing seemed out of place, and there was no sign of anyone. My heart thudding, I picked up one of my grocery bags, containing several weighty cans and began to explore my apartment with a makeshift weapon. There was nothing there. Well, except for the singular smell of that bubblegum perfume in several spots throughout.

I locked the back door and went to sit down on my laptop. I had gotten in the habit of looking outside frequently in the last few days, always wary of some sign of Colby or Bonnie. But there had never been anything out there until now. Across the street and the far sidewalk, I saw Susan and Alan standing together, holding hands, and staring up at me. That was five hours ago,

and they're still out there. They haven't tried to come in or communicate with me, but they also haven't moved from their spot in all that time. They just stand and stare, waiting, waiting for me to give up and come on out, so they can get me for something. And while I don't understand enough to know exactly what they want to do with me,

I have a strong suspicion. I think they want to take me camping again.