CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Something is stalking tourists in the snow capped mountains of Canada" Creepypasta

Episode Date: July 25, 2021

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Hundreds of people disappear in the Canadian wilderness every year. Many are never seen or heard from again. Some are found in various stages of the decay, days, weeks, months, or sometimes times even years after the disappearance. Few are found alive. In the January of 1991, my friends and I became part of those statistics. The trip we planned was an outdoor hiking, camping wilderness adventure.

We were all in our late teens to early 20s, and most of us, having recently graduated high school, we're eager to take this once in a lifetime opportunity before college. January seemed like the ideal for us, as it allowed us to save up money after graduating and was just after the holiday season, or not yet deep winter in Canada. Admittedly, none of us were very experienced in hiking or camping,

but the older members of our party had been camping before, so we relied heavily on them for guidance. We had also heard that Canadian people were very kind to tourists and expected to make friends out on the trail who could help us if anything bad happened. When we arrived, we weren't disappointed. Everyone we met was helpful and nice. It was a bit colder than we had expected it to be, but it didn't dampen the experience.

About a week into our trip, we experienced our first trail closure. It was intended to be a three-day trek, if not four, when considering a leisurely pace. However, severe weather was expected, therefore the trail was tagged as off-limits. To say we were disappointed was an understatement. We stood for a while at the trailhead, complaining amongst ourselves, because, as far as we could tell, the weather was perfect. bright sunshine, no clouds in the sky, no wind.

We came to think that the trail closed sign was for days past and someone had just forgotten to take it down since the area was so remote. Which is why we made the decision to ignore the warning and venture out regardless. It's very easy to disobey a warning you believed to be unnecessary and even more so when no one is around to see you disobeying the aforementioned warning. I still think about that trail-closed sign occasionally. I see it when I sleep, and sometimes when I'm daydreaming. In my imagination, we turned back with disappointment.

In reality, we walked on obliviously. We chatted light-heartedly. My friend Tim, who was a six-two solid brick, made jokes endlessly, and my girlfriend, Katia, held onto my arm as we walked across the crisp snow. She was covered head to toe in warm clothing. She had a bright pink beanie, a scarf and a puffy parker that made her look a little bit like a waddling penguin. We didn't see any wildlife at the time, but we did come across what we thought to be another group's trail. We followed along their path because it was easier to walk where someone else had already trampled the snow

and because we hoped to catch up with them. It reassured us to know that we weren't the only way. ones out there who disobeyed the warning sign, and somehow this just divide our decision. Their trail led upwards into the mountain at a steep rate, and we noticed that it wasn't following any trail markers. We had a brief conversation then about whether or not it was really a good idea to continue following them, but the decision to stop a knot was made for us as Sven, the eldest older group member who had been our scout ahead, announced that the trail ended just over the next rise.

I didn't believe him at first and insisted on going to see myself. Truthfully, I thought he had just lost the trail and I would somehow be the one to find it. However, that wasn't the case. Instead, it was exactly as he had said. Just over the next rise, the trail stopped. It didn't peter out naturally or change in direction.

It just stopped. As if the group before us had decided spontaneously to stop walking at the exact spot and had disappeared as well. Sven and I exchanged nervous glances, and it was then I realized that he had been hoping I would be able to find the trail. But looking around, I could see there was really nowhere else for them to have gone. We were fairly high up in the mountain by now. The snow wasn't terribly thick, but low clouds had blocked out the sunlight, given the air. area a grey ambience and limiting visibility to the immediate vicinity. There was a thin forest of tall dark trees to one side and the cliff face of a mountain to the other.

It really was as if they had just vanished. We returned to the main party quite spooked with a slight quickness to our step, but no one else seemed to notice. In the time we'd been gone, the group had set up camp. Three brightly coloured tents were set up facing a small fire. Tim and his girlfriend, Nina, were rolling a second log into place for seating, and Katia was preparing a stew. This was immensely comforting. There's something about having others around a fire burning that makes you feel safe. When asked about the trail ending, Sven and I both agreed to tell the others that snow had just obscured the trail. Not that it had

just vanished. As the night went on, we ate and drank. It snowed lightly. and eventually we couldn't see anything past the light of a fire. We were taking turns telling each other's spooky stories. So when Nina suddenly put a finger to her lips in a shush motion, we all quieted down with joyful anticipation. We all waited for her to begin some tale of horror. She was the naturally quiet one of us, so we expected her to have the best story.

But instead, she murmured a quiet. First to Das, which is German. for do you hear that? Tim and the others laughed at her, saying she was going to have to do better than that. But I felt a chill run down my spine. She didn't seem to be trying to scare us. Quiet and listen, I told them,

and the group settled into an intrepid silence. For a long moment, we listened to the faint sound of snowfall and a slight breeze blowing through the branches of the nearby tree. Then we heard it. white footfall on snow Who's out there? Tim demanded standing up. He was easily the biggest of us

and I think he felt bad from making fun of Nina initially. His voice was deep and I've been told before that angry German accent speaking English is quite intimidating. He received no reply, but we did hear something run back into the woods. We waited a few more minutes in silence.

before any of us were brave enough to speak again. He didn't hear anything else, so assumed now that maybe it was just a small bear or something and that Tim's sudden outburst had scared it away. This realization killed the mood, but was at least comforting enough to allow us to all retire to the tents to sleep. When I woke in that morning, it was very bright outside, and that in turn made the interior of Katia's and my tent unbearably blue. I got up while shielding my eyes with my arm and stumbled out of the tent. I could hear others were awake already and speaking in hush tones, though they became quiet as I approached.

The tension in the air was palpable. Looking around, I noticed some of her supplies were strewn about and the fire pit was covered in dirt and snow. This snapped me out of my groggy state. What happened? I asked, dumbfounded. We were hoping you know. Tim grumbled. Someone tried to come into my tent last night. I scared them off by throwing my backpack at them.

Now there's this mess this morning, Spen added. He was the only one of us with his own tent, as Tim and Nina were together, and Katya and I were together also. It was clear now that we weren't alone on this mountain, and whoever was with us, wasn't friendly. This made the decision to end the trip early and easy one.

We decided to turn back, and stayed a hostel for a few days instead. We backed up quietly and marched back down the mountain in silence. We walked for a few hours before realising we were lost. Remembering the day before that we had followed the trail of what we had assumed to be fellow hikers rather than the trail markers, we cursed our own stupidity. The endless white expanse ahead looked the same forward and back. Our only guiding long marks were the forest and the mountain itself.

At midway we stopped for lunch. Eating then was significantly less satisfying, for the mood overall was dampened. While we ate, I stared into the forest absent-mindedly. Katia stayed close to me, but she kept her attention focused on the ground. The others, I'm assuming, did the same. It was then that I noticed movement between the trees,

something, multiple somethings, were darting quickly between the tree trunks. It was hard to make out exactly what they looked like, fairly small I would say, almost ape-like, at least in the way they moved. Wordlessly, I pointed them out to the others, and we all unanimously agreed to move on. From then onward,

we were never truly alone. Whenever we stopped for a break, these things came in closer. When we moved, they seemed to keep more distance. Either way, they were terrifying. We agreed that we shouldn't run in case that triggered some chase instinct to something, but that alone was

very difficult. Every time I happened to see one skitter across the snow behind us, I wanted to run and I'm sure I wasn't the only one. The second night closed in on us way too fast. We weren't prepared at all. We rushed to set up all three tents, though all of us slept in the middle one together. We lit two fires and wedged ourselves into a small overhang to try and create a sense of safety.

With all five of us in the one tent, it was quite cramped, but it did feel safer. I slept for a short time, but woke up to the sound of light scraping against the fabric of the tent. I wasn't the only one awake. I think we all were. But in the darkness, I couldn't see anything. Get dressed, I heard Sven whisper, and we all started putting on our hiking clothes as quietly as we could manage. I just pulled on my second shoe

when I heard what sound like a thundercrack in the near distance. The creatures outside the tent scuffled the way quickly, and I knew that wasn't a good sign. Outside sounded like a jet engine taking off, only the sound seemed to be coming directly. towards us. I heard Nina shouting for us all to run in German, and I took hold of Katty's

arm. We ran out into the night blindly. I think Sven was somewhere close to us, but I'm not sure which direction Tim and Nina went. We ran as hard and fast as we could. The shoe I hadn't quite done up fell off, but I didn't slow down.

We didn't know then that it was an avalanche. We had no idea what it was. The monstrous role all around could have been an angry dragon awakened from his slumber for all we knew. The combination of the deafening sound, darkness and bitter cold as we scrambled half-dressed in all directions, praying we were running the right way, was completely disorienting. Something hard hit my leg and I felt myself get swept away.

Katty's hand slipped from mine and we tumbled helplessly in the tidal wave of snow. I vaguely remember hitting something solid. A tree, I guess. And then, nothing. When I woke up, it could have been minutes, hours or days later. I had no way of knowing. There was pain in one arm, but reaching up with the other, I could feel open air. When I dared open my eyes, it wasn't dark anymore, though it was definitely very early morning.

In a panic, I struggled to dig myself out. I shouted for the others and when I stopped to listen I heard Sven calling as well the relief I felt was instant I wasn't alone I crawled across the snow to where I could hear Sven he was only a few feet away

and I realised that he was buried frantically I dug to free him I had never been more grateful to see another human being in my life than I was in that moment He was largely unharmed, though bruised, and we concluded that my arm was most likely broken. As soon as we were able, we searched for the others. Our cause rang out across the mountaintop, unanswered for hours. We found one backpack, but failed to recover any of her other supplies.

As we trembled over the snow, we spotted a crouched figure in the distance. Nina, we realised. We called out to her, but she didn't answer. When we reached her, she was emotionless and didn't acknowledge our arrival. The snow all around her was scuffed and blooded. Beside her was a blooded stick, and in a lap she held what remained of Tim. He was without a doubt, deceased. Only his upper torso and left armour intact, the rest of him was stripped of flesh to the bone.

It was a horrible sight. They have eaten him, she said softly. None of us knew what to say. Eventually, we were able to convince Nina to leave his body. We marked it with two large branches and tied a scarf to one of them. By this time, I couldn't feel my foot, and we still hadn't found Katya. To make matters worse, the wind was picking up. We knew we needed to find shelter and fast.

Given our options, we decided our best hope for shelter was among a rocky outcrop that we had passed not long before. It was as we made our way back toward it that I spotted what we had missed the first time. The tip of a pink beanie buried in the snow. Katya! I called frantically as I rushed towards the spot of colour. No response. As I reached it, I snatched it up from the snow and to my dinner. Disappointment became aware that the beanie was on its own. Katya was not with it.

I noticed then that the surrounding snow was scoffed and hope kindled in me that she had crawled away into the forest for shelter. I struggled to follow the trail, only vaguely aware of Nina and Sven behind me. Katia's path led directly towards a large tree. From a distance I could see a small piece of fabric near the tree trunk and among the thick branches I convinced myself I could see a huddled figure

she never answered my calls for her and as I got closer my heart began to sink I wasn't looking at the base of a tree I was looking at probably the midsection of a tree and there was no person

huddled under it it's a common phenomenon where powdery snow builds around the base of trees if you don't know what you're looking for it's easy to forget that's snow can be meters deep and that the trees you're looking for are in fact halfway buried in snow. These conditions mean that around the tree trunk forms a deep well that can be quite difficult,

if not impossible, to escape on your own. Many people die each year from falling into these things where no others are around to hear them calling for help. They are called tree wells. And as I grew closer, my eagerness was slowly being replaced with despair. The fabric I could see was the helm of a pants. A huddled figure, nothing more than tree branches and wishful thinking,

my Cartier was dead. Crumpled unnaturally face first into the tree well. It was painfully obvious that she had broken bones, as several of her limbs were twisted at the most unnatural angles, but it was impossible

to say whether or not she had died on first impact or slowly suffocated all alone. All I could do was hope for the first scenario over the second. When Sven and Nina caught up with me, their expression said it all. There was nothing more we could do.

We marked a position in the same way we had Tim's and made a way to the rocky area. Perhaps the only piece of good fortune we had was that we had found a small cave to take shelter in. We lit a fire at the entrance to keep those things away and to melt snow with. We could never melt enough snow to quench our thirst, but it was a start.

We stayed huddled in that cave together, hungry and cold all night. I kept a firm grip on Katty's beanie. Somehow it brought me comfort, and I was able to sleep. When I awoke next, it was dark, but the fire was still burning dimly,

so I can't imagine I was asleep long. Beside me, Nina and Sven roars her sleep. Spenn looked particularly cold. He was shivering even in his sleep. The backpack we had recovered had no additional blankets or clothes, only cooking supplies, and a flint which was lucky enough in itself. Stiffly I moved to put some more wood on the fire from the small supply we had gathered. However, to my surprise, I noticed someone sitting at the very front of the cave just past the fire. The back was to me and I realized that they seemed to be eating something.

It was obnoxiously loud. I don't know how I didn't notice it sooner. All the cracking and slurbing. I couldn't think what they had. I didn't even know we had food. Gradually it dawned on me that I actually didn't even know who it was sitting there. Both Sven and Nina was still asleep behind me.

The figure moved slightly. leaning back briefly towards the light of the fire, as they tore a trunk of whatever it was they were eating. It was then that I was able to make out the flash of colour. They were wearing a bright pink beanie. Katya's Beanie. I felt a wave of terror rushed through my veins. I felt suddenly light-headed. How did they get Katya's Beanie?

Who or what was sitting beside our fire? No sooner had a bit of a fire. And I thought that thought that the thing turned to me. Its eyes were white pinholes in its head, reflecting back the orange of the fire coals. Its mouth had no lips, so I could clearly see its mangled teeth. Bitter flesh hung limp, trapped in the gnarl. Half-dried blood smeared across its mouth, chin and hands. This was one of the things that had been following us, but it was bigger,

much bigger than those that lurked at a distance. This one was the size of a human with disproportionate limbs. With a new wave of nausea, my eyes came to rest on what it had been eating. It was an arm, a human arm, half frozen, half thawed by the fire, and partially stripped of flesh to the bone in places. The arm didn't bleed freely, but it was using blood slowly as it defrosted. The familiar remains of a thick coat still hung in tattered pieces from it. it. I had no doubt that it was Katya's arm.

Slowly the creature moved. It stood into a hunched position and waved the arm at me, as if it were waving in a greeting. A white smile played on its face. How anything can smile without lips is beyond my description, but somehow it did. Scared witless have fumbled backwards, tripping over Nina and Sven, waking Nina in the process, or Sven remain undisturbed. By the time I could coherently tell Nina there was something in the cave with us. The thing had vanished. She believed me, but there was nothing either of us could do except stoke up the fire for comfort. I don't remember falling asleep again after that.

However, when I awoke next, it was dull daylight. The weather had closed in while I slept, and the blizzard made it impossible to see far past the cave entrance. Sven was in even worse shape by this time. He'd stopped shivering and we were unable to wake him. His breathing was extremely slow. Seeing his large figure curled up as small as it could get was heartbreaking. Nina and I stayed close to him, trying to keep him warm with our body heat. But I think we both realized at that point that he wouldn't make it.

In the end we stayed. All three of us hold a look together for an important. possibly long time. I watched shadows of creatures moving back and forth just outside of the cave. Occasionally, a small one would stop and come closer, bobbing curiously at the very edge of the cave, watching us before skittering off back into the white oblivion. I'm not exactly sure when Sven passed. I do remember that I broke one of my toes off by mistake. Honestly, I didn't even feel it, as by then it was so frost. bitten. You remained in the cave for the entirety of that day. I was losing strength and I felt sure I was going to die as well. Nina went out to get more wood for the fire during a brief

period in which the blizzard let up while I remained sullen in my place. My arm was completely useless. Even the slightest movement sent waves of pain up to my shoulder and I knew I couldn't walk on my frosty foot. So when Nina returned, I told her quiet. that she needed to go. I thought she would get further on her own and had the greatest chance of survival. However, she refused to leave. Instead, she insisted that it was better

if we stayed together and that I needed protection in case those things came into the cave again. I knew why her and Tim had always made a good couple. She was feisty. The savage smile she gave me when she held up a trite and tested stick

actually gave me hope that we would make it. I knew if anything came in, she was going to be the crap out of it. We huddled close for warmth and kept the fire burning. I faded in and out of consciousness several times. Nina brought me warm, melted snow to drink and kept insisting that I stay awake, even as it got dark outside.

To be honest, her persistence was annoying. However, I believe without it, I wouldn't have lived. Eventually, the fire began to burn low. The wood Nina was able to get wasn't going to last us the whole night, and we both knew it. It seemed then that the creatures outside knew it too. Slowly, they crept in closer as the fire grew lower. Several pairs of reflective eyes lured in at us.

Nina waited like a cat, ready to pounce of the stick in hand. Anytime one tries to cross the threshold of the fire closer to us, she swung in it mercilessly. A first couple of times she actually connected, sending the creatures all scurrying back like scared meerkats before they cautiously regain the composure to advance again. Several hours passed this way, or at least I think it was ours,

before we saw the big one again. It lumbered into the cave without fear, smiling and making a wet clicking sound from the base of its throat. Nina took a strip of torn fabric, from Sven's shirt and wrapped it around a stick. Then she pushed it into the fire. We both knew the fire wouldn't burn long without an accelerant, but it was better than nothing.

She stood facing the thing with a flaming stick as a warning while it hissed her. I could see that Nina was trembling in fear, but she stood over me, protecting me nonetheless. Seeing she had a weapon, the thing seemed to regard her a moment. Then it seemed to ignore. Nora, as it moved towards the corner we placed Svenin.

As its hand grabbed his leg, she swung at it. Her reign was good, and it struck it square across the face. It howled in pain, then lashed out viciously. This next part, I'll admit, I don't remember very well. It's more like I remember portions. I can clearly remember Nina lining up a second hit as it lunged at her. Chunks of hot coals sprang in all directs. as the thing ran right over the fire.

I couldn't tell you if her second swing landed its mark or not. I closed my eyes, with a screaming, wet crunches, tearing of flesh, and the sound of Nina struggling for a life is forever burned into my memory. I expected to die that night. However, when the sun rose, I was alone in the cave. Sven's body was gone. Nina was no more than a bloody trail leading out the cave

and the fire was faintly glowing embers. I faded in and out of consciousness for what could have been an eternity before I heard human voices Canadian accents. I felt myself being lifted and carried. When I regained consciousness, I was in a hospital.

My foot was amputated as well as almost all of my fingers and definitely all my toes. My arm was in a cast all the way up, and I consider myself lucky to be alive at all. I still have ongoing health concerns related to my experience. However, that's irrelevant now. Canadian authorities were able to find me as a local avalanche enthusiasts had been surveying the area and spotted something unusual in the snow.

It seemed, even in death, Nina saved me. When she had gone out for wood, she left an eggs of sticks outside of the cave with Sven's jacket attached. This is what he saw that eventually led a search team finding me. They were never able to recover my friend's bodies and regarded my account of events as hallucinations brought on by my dehydration and hypothermia. I returned to Germany, an empty, broken person, nowadays. I barely leave my house.