CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "The Heflin Case of 2007" Creepypasta

Episode Date: March 12, 2021

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Drove blithe? Goar for. Find what you knowd up on Amazon.com. The town of Prodigy doesn't have its own school. The nearest one is in Tenwood, where the Tenwood Elementary School had been built into the side of Tenwood Junior and Senior High School. That's where I ended up going to school for pretty much my entire life.

Both of my parents, at this point in their lives, worked long days and wouldn't be around to pick me or my brothers up right after the school ended. And we weren't allowed to just wait around on school property. It was some kind of policy. The school buses also didn't go all the way to Prodigy, only to a bus stop halfway in between the two towns, so that wasn't an option either. I don't even think the bus would have been able to drop us off at home, even if it did go to Prodigy, since we were so young. When I got old enough to drive, this wouldn't be much of a problem, but at the time I was only about seven years old. It was pure luck, as they say, that my parents found Charlie's ad in the newspaper. barely a week before we started school that year.

Charlie Webb, babysitter and nanny, please call the number. Charlie was fresh out of school. If I remember right, she rented a place in Tenwood to babysitter the nanny out of while she saved the money she would need to open up her own daycare. She had a degree in early childhood education to boot, which was listed on her ad, so my parents called her write-up and we met her for the first time the day before our first day of school that year. She was tall, with pin straight, long, red hair and a big smile. I thought she was nice.

My parents liked her too, and so they signed us up for a daycare. Me and my brothers would stay with Charlie every day after school until one of my parents was off work to come pick us up. Some days, there would be a couple of the kids there as well, already running around in the house and playing when we got dropped off by the school bus. There were a lot of days that it was just the three of us, though. Most days Charlie let us out into a fenced backyard and let us play, running around and coming up with her own games. Her house was right at the edge of Tenwood, nearly backed up against the sparse woods that surrounded the eastern side of town.

Vents was chain link and tall enough that her snorty kids could easily climb over it, but we could still see into the trees beyond it. The beginning of the trees was somewhere between 20 and 30 yards away from the fence, and all the trees were tall and scale, guinea at the front. I'd never been in the actual woods by that point, and to this day, I've only been inside the ten wood forest once, and I don't plan on going back, so I had no idea if all the trees were like that or not. I like to think the trees got thicker and more forest-like the further you went in, just because it seemed more magical that way. That particular afternoon, it had just been me and my two brothers at Charlie's house. All three of us were kind of just doing our own thing, running around by ourselves

when I walked past the fence and something caught me high. Kind of in the way where, when you're driving, you think you see an animal on the side of the road, it snaps up all your attention immediately. I stopped to turn my head and look, and, once I realized what it was, I walked

closer to the edge of the yard, press my hands up against the fence. There was a woman, standing just at the edge of the trees, in a striped blue sundress with lace around the neckline and hem, The sunlight bounced off her hair, which looked strawberry blonde and tumbled down her back in shiny, neat waves. She had big, shiny hoop earrings on as well, which swayed every time she turned ahead and caught the light in a nearly blinding way,

filling my eyes with sunspots and solar flares. I wrapped my fingers around the metal of the fence and watched her, practically pressing my face right up against it. She wasn't moving, just standing next to the trees, looking out on the open, empty space. space at the edge of town. Occasionally, she would tilt her head or turn it to survey something a little to one side, but that was it. She never looked at me, so after a while, I kind of got bored with watching her. I didn't feel like I was in any particular danger, since she wasn't looking at me or trying

to talk to me, and she definitely wasn't coming closer to the fence. She just stood as still as I'd ever seen a person stand. I thought it was weird, sure, but I'd seen people do weirder things than stand next to a tree before. I got bored, watching I'd do nothing. At some point, my brother came by to ask me to play tag and stopped to stick his face right up against the chaming fence and asked me what I was looking at.

I shoved my hand through the fence, wiggling my arm through up to the wrist, pointing in the direction of the trees, and told him there was a girl out there. He squinted his eyes and scrunched up his face like he was straining to see, before he turned to me and said he couldn't see anyone. He asked me to come play again. I glanced back at the girl again, wondering how he didn't see her.

But she wasn't doing anything interesting, so I let go of the fence and ran off to play with hardly a second thought. That night was a Friday night, so my mom came to pick us up from Charlie's house sooner than normal. I didn't give the girl by the trees a second thought, as we picked up our bags and coats and piled into the car to head back home to Prodigy. I don't think I even thought of her for the entire rest of the weekend. We were back at Charlie's house on Monday afternoon.

The bus dropped us off and Charlie was waiting for us outside the front door, right at the edge of the porch. It was a little odd because she never waited for us outside like that, but not wild enough that I put much thought into it. I was just glad to be out of school. She let us inside, gave us some snacks and asked if we wanted to go play outside a game because it was so sunny and warm. The three of us were pretty unruly kids, so of course we said yes. We had to finish eating first, so we sat to the kitchen table and Charlie waited on the couch in the living room, which was only a few feet away.

She didn't let us watch cartoons very often, and certainly not while we were eating. Normally, she wouldn't even have the television on. sometimes she even hid the remote. Today though, she sat on the edge of the couch, leaning forward to be closer to the television and she flipped to the local news channel. I finished up my food, sitting at the table as patiently as a seven-year-old could

for my brothers to finish, so we could go outside. Because Charlie was still listening to the news, I started looking at the things on the table to entertain me. The first thing to catch my eye was a newspaper. I was a big reader as a little kid, and, at the risk of sounding like I'm bragging, was pretty advanced at a young age. I couldn't understand the newspaper as a seven-year-old, of course, but I wondered if Charlie would think I would look smart for reading the newspaper, so I reached out and pulled it closer to me. On the front page, a pretty, black and white, smiling girl with neat, wavy hair and hoop earrings stared back at me.

Before I could try to figure out what words follow the picture, Charlie was born. behind me, moving the newspaper to the counter in the kitchen and announcing that she was unlocking the back door. I had nearly completely forgotten about the girl in the trees, and seeing what I believed to be a picture of her, had me shocked to argue when Charlie took the newspaper away. Instead, I just followed my brothers through the kitchen and towards the back door. For most of the time that we were outside, I didn't even go near the fence. We played hide-and-seek with Charlie, we moved on the swings, and eventually we ended up. of just running around and doing whatever we wanted on the playset.

Charlie's playset was one of those that you could climb up into, with a little platform at the top and a slide to get back down. It wasn't until I was at the top of the platform, about to go down the side again for probably the hundredth time that I looked out over the fence. The girl was standing by the trees again. I could see her easily from where I stood at the top of the play set. I didn't like that she was standing in the same place.

my wild imagination couldn't help with pictureer standing there amongst the trees for the entire weekend, day in and day out. That wasn't really the part I didn't like though. The girl looked sick. Her dress was smudged and dirty, and even from a distance, her skin had an almost greenish hue. Her hair seemed so much less bright and shiny than it had, and no longer hung in neat, even waves down her back.

Now it was ratty and dirty. like she had been rolling around in the dirt. As I looked at her longer, I could see a series of dark, trickling stains down her legs. The worst part, though, was what I could see of her eyes. She was far enough away

that I couldn't see anything in full detail. Her skin all over her face was mottled and her mouth hung open just enough that it looked wrong. Her eye sockets weren't quite empty. There was some kind of squishy-looking pale remains in there, counteracting the darkness in the hollow spaces behind her eyelids. And she still just stood there, staring into empty space.

For a moment, anyway, there was no more movement from her until her shoulders jerked a bit upwards, once, twice, and soon enough she started to shake. She raised her hands, tilting her head down to look at them. It hit me the second I could pick out a dry, raspy sound of my brothers playing around me. that she was trying to cry. She cried and shook, and she stared down at herself with missing eyes,

and I slid down the slide and ran inside as fast as I could. When Charlie came after me, I told her there was a lady behind a fence and that she scared me. Charlie frowned, but immediately grabbed her phone and ushered me back outside to ask if I could point out the lady. I think that as we were walking, she was holding a thumb over the emergency call button in case it ended up in case it ended up being some crazy person watching a bunch of kids.

At first I didn't want to go back outside, but it felt better with Charlie holding my hand and going with me. We walked across the yard and reached the fence where Charlie stood next to me, both of us staring at the trees on the other side. The lady was still standing there, green and bruised and dirty. Charlie was quiet for a long moment before she knelt down before me and gave me a big smile

See There's no one out there She said as she rubbed her hand up and down my back Someone must have just walked by And now they're gone I was horrified Before I knew it I was crying

The girl was still right there All sickly and dirty and heaving Like someone out of the heart horror movie that it wasn't supposed to see. How could Charlie not see her? I cried and screamed until Charlie had to call one of my parents

the clock out of work early to come get me because I was inconsolable and it cried so hard I was getting sick. I'm sure that my dad showed up. Charlie told him what had happened as best as she could because I know I certainly didn't talk about it. Everyone

tried to ask me what had set me off but I said nothing. I don't think I could have if I tried. When I tried sleeping that night, the blanket pulled up over my head. I kept seeing her face like she was inches away in the dark, hovering over me in my blanket cocoon, staring me down with liquefied eyes. The next few days that we went to Charlie's house, I avoided the backyard. I didn't want to look out past the fence and accidentally see the woman again if she was still out there.

I adamantly wanted to play inside and actively avoided. locking out of the kitchen window, which looked over the backyard. On Thursday though, it couldn't be helped. It was sunny and warm. My brothers wanted to play outside, and Charlie was probably tired of us making a mess inside a house already. I remember sliding my shoes back on and standing in front of the back door, waiting for Charlie to finish helping my youngest brother,

who was only about three at the time, put his shoes and jacket on. I don't know exactly what was going through my head, as I stared at the tall white door in the back of the kitchen but I remember thinking about the fact that the lady who had scared me so much was on the other side of the fence she was all the way up by the trees and I was in the yard separated by 20 to 30 yards of a chain-link fence no one else was scared

no one else could even see her as far as I knew when Charlie opened the door I marched right across the yard and up to the fence I don't know what I was thinking it would prove, but I wanted her to know she didn't scare me anymore. She wasn't green anymore. Her skin looked almost red, at least all the parts that I could see.

Sort of like a bad sunburn, but darker in colour. She was even more dirty than she had been the last time I saw her, with dirt caked all over her legs and in her hair. Her dress barely looked blue anymore. She wasn't crying anymore. She wasn't really moving at all. Her head was tipped a bit to the side and facing slightly down. And she just stared at the ground without her eyes.

So I just watched her. I watched her stand there as still as the trees until it was time for me to go home. It felt a bit like a magic spell or a ritual of some kind. She couldn't do anything to me if I watched her. The next day, I did it again, and I would have done it the following day as well if it hadn't been the weekend.

Now, as an adult, I'm very aware that this was not a normal thing for a child to do. I wish I could remember exactly what was going through my head. When Monday rolled around and I fell into the third day of this routine, after I'd abandoned the games everyone else was playing and took up my pose at the edge of the yard, little fingers clutching the wire of the fence. She stared back at me. I watched her finally turn her head,

messy, muddy strings of hair shifting out of the way of her face like she had only just noticed that I or anything else was there and it's a weird feeling knowing someone is looking at you like you can feel it on your skin at this time I wasn't quite

used to this feeling yet at least I could see her the thing looking at me for a while that's all she did she turned her head and stared much in the same way that I was staring when at first

looking at her had just made me scared. Looking at her now and making weird one-sided eye contact with her and made me feel almost sad. It was a particularly lonely feeling, like a shallow despair sliding down your spine and settling like stones in your stomach. I don't know what I felt sad for, maybe for her, or maybe everything else.

Either way, it killed whatever terrified thoughts that I'm sure I would have had previously. It wasn't until she lifted her arm, her movement slow and almost painful looking, until her hand was in the air. And she was waving at me, and my trance was broken and I backed away from the fence. With her arm up in the air, I could see more clearly that at least one of her fingers was completely missing. There were entire chunks of flesh missing from that arm as well, like something had bitten it right off of her.

I can't really remember what happened afterwards. I remember feeling distinctly like I was in a dream and all the details of that particular evening are very fuzzy It was almost like I was standing in Charlie's backyard one moment And then brushing my teeth after dinner at home the next Even though the two things must have happened hours apart The only thing I remember clearly was the woman Seeing her face the emotions I felt from looking at her

All the parts of her that were so wrong and sad That night after I'd already climbed into bed and was halfway to falling asleep I found myself thinking of the woman by the trees I don't know what to call a person, ghost, something else I knew that people

regular people didn't look like that and as far as I knew I had never seen a ghost or a monster in real life before in my head she was just a lady by the trees I could so clearly picture in my head Her face plastered on the back of my eyelids Like I was staring at a picture

Or she was standing right in front of me A perfect portrait of her standing stuck still Soft blue tress and waterfall of pretty hair Not quite staring at me But looking straight ahead Before I knew it I was asleep and dreaming And she was still there

Just like in real life She never moved much But she would twist her head And lean forward and look around like she was searching I didn't know what for I could never move either It was like I was watching her through a camera Instead of standing in front of her

It felt like I stared at her for hours upon hours With nothing else happening Until I woke up The next day was my usual routine And the next night had the same dream This time, just before waking up I watched as she looked down at her feet And took a small step forward

Wednesday was the same Thursday was the same. By Friday, the dream version of the woman was walking freely, still searching for something I didn't know about. On Saturday, I was grateful to not be at Charlie's and see her in person, but that didn't stop the dreams. On Sunday, the woman was crying as she ran, and by Monday, after getting home from Charlie's,

I was begging my mom to let me stay up later, so I wouldn't have to go to sleep. My mother was, as usual, not having any of the same. of that. If there was one thing in my house that was always enforced, it was curfews and bedtimes. My mom took a little extra time calming me down with a dinosaur block before bed, tucking me in as gently as she could. She flicked the lights off and closed the door as she left, but I refused to close my eyes and sleep. I held my stuffed rabbit in my arms, a cold feeling settling over me once I was alone in my room, and confronted with the fact

that I would have to sleep. At the time, my house was old. It settled a lot, as old houses do. I should have been somewhat used to the noises. But that night, the second I heard a creaking sound, I flung my blankets over my head and buried my face in the fur of my stuffed rabbit. The house went quiet after a few seconds, and my heartbeat stopped racing. Every once in a while, the house sat silent for a few minutes.

If not, a full hour. I couldn't sleep. I was on edge. forcing myself to stay awake for fear of what the lady would be doing in my dreams tonight. I had thought I was brave, and could show her I wasn't afraid of her. But I was. I was tired of seeing her every day and every night. The house started groaning and settling again, and I clutched my bunny even tighter.

Only this time, the low, crackling groaning didn't let up. As it rang around inside my head, less of an old wood foundation. grown and more of a localised, hollow wine. I realised it didn't sound like the house at all. I couldn't place what it sounded like either, but it wasn't the house. I peaked over the edge of the blanket, using my three-hand bullet comforted down over my eyes,

while my other arm clutched my stuffed bunny to my chest with a deathly grip. My room was dark, save for the very dim glow of the planet-themed nightlight I had on the wall next to my bedroom door. It was an odd light, and the cover on it, themed to look like some planet with a rocket ship circling it, was a little too opaque for the light to shine through it well. It illuminated the bottom third of the door, and the corner of my bookshelf, which stood on the other side of it, and maybe a foot into the room with a soft, dark blue glow.

The tiny bit of illumination made it harder for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. But the light was landing on something. Not quite in the middle of the floor, but near enough, close enough to the light that it caught my attention. The longer I looked at it, blinking sleep and a creeping blur of fear out of my eyes, I decided slowly that it wasn't my disguised clothes or a book or a toy. It was someone's feet. The realization froze me, immediately as I stared at the bare toes, just tipping into the blue light like water. There wasn't a scream trapped in my throat, too caught off guard to even think about it at the time, but my breath caught in my lungs and my knees locked.

My eyes followed the shape of the legs up, out of the circle of light, and into the waiting darkness where he was standing. The legs were misshapen, hard to make out in the dark, and, as my line of sight got to the hem of the skirt it was wearing, I realized it was because long gouges of skin and flesh were missing. I couldn't make out the colour of the dress in the dark, but the shapes were familiar. By the time my eyes glossed over the cut hands,

held in front of the figure with missing fingers and dangling flesh, I knew it was the lady from the trees. She didn't look at me for a long time, instead, tilting her head down and staring into her own cut hands. A jaw hung open and loose, as it had been for days, if not weeks. I was petrified. I had never seen it anywhere, aside from the trees and my dreams, and I knew this wasn't a dream.

She was so close to me now, barely a few feet away, standing barefoot and dirty in the centre of room. When she did lock up, her movements were slow, and I realized that the low sound that had made me look up in the first place was her, groaning in a low hum as she moved. It came from deep in the back of her throat, scratchy and guttural at the same time. My heartbeat picked up as she looked up enough that her eyes, if she had any, would have met mine, and she held her cup turns out. Her other fingers was shaking as she pulled them slowly apart and a series of small objects clattered to the floor, hardly making any noise as they bounced off the carpet in all

different directions. Her teeth. She dropped her own teeth all over my floor, a terrible pain sound coming from her own wrangled mouth as they rolled and bounced to a stop all over my floor. I shrieked, finally finding the courage to launch myself out of bed and towards the door, scrambling to fling the door open and run sobbing to my parents' room. Even after my dad went into my room to check and assured me there was no one and nothing in there except my own things, I refused to go back in. I fell asleep due to pure terrified exhaustion late that night,

cuddled in between them after a cup of hot chocolate and a line-before-time movie. I woke up in my own bed and assumed my daddy carried me back at some point in the night. I think my alarm had been turned off because I never woke up on my own on school days It was always too early When I got out of bed My brothers weren't even awake yet But my parents were in the kitchen

We didn't go to school that day Which also meant we didn't go back to Charlie's None of us asked why And we're pretty excited not to go to school for the day But we didn't go to Charlie's the next day either Or the next or the next My older brother asked about it on the third day when my mom picked us up from school

and watched us at home for a few hours but the only answer we got was that Charlie's daycare will be closed for a few days by the time we did go back to Charlie's nearly two or four weeks later I had stopped having dreams about the lady by the trees I never saw her by the trees again no matter how many times I would stand by the back fence and stare

eventually her memory faded into the background of my life I was nearly 15 before I found out who she was I had nearly forgotten about the woman whatever she was in the seven or eight years since I saw in my room until I had a dream about her one night completely out of the blue

I hadn't had a dream about her since the night I saw her standing in the centre of my room cupping her teeth in her own mangled hands I saw her just like the first time strawberry blunt hair pretty gold earrings, soft blue sundress. She hugged me like we were old friends,

and when I looked up at a soft, pretty face, I saw her decay right before my eyes. Her eyes disintegrated, her skin turned pale, then green, then red. And when she smiled at me, her teeth fell right out of her hands as her jaw went slack. Soon enough, the woman who was hugging me was nothing more than yellowing bones

as the last remnants of her flesh practically liquefied. The whole time I stared at her and even without her eyes I knew she was staring back at me. By the end I was cradling her skull in my hands.

When I woke up, everything felt a little surreal. I couldn't believe I'd forgotten her. I wasn't fully convinced that I hadn't made it all up but I finally broke down and told my mom about it and told her everything. I described the girl I saw in vivid detail

like I had only seen her yesterday and that I had saw her in the paper. I told her that Charlie didn't see her and my brother didn't see her even though she was right there. I even told her about the dream when she asked where all this had come from. My mom turned to her phone

and didn't say anything for nearly five minutes as I sat on the opposite end of the dining table and watched her. My mug of tea going cold in front of me. She typed away, scrolled and typed some more before she finally set a phone on the table and slid it across to me. On her phone was a digital copy of a missing person's poster,

zoomed in a bit on the photograph on the left side of all the text. The photo itself had clearly been zoomed in and cropped because there were two people who had been cut halfway out of the picture, but still had their arms around the girl in the centre. A girl who had flowy, long, strory blonde hair and a blue sundress with lace details. She was smiling. nice and wide, like she was laughing, and had pearly white teeth.

Above a picture was the question. Have you seen Tanya? It all but pushed me straight down the rabbit hole of the mystery that surrounded the local girl's disappearance and death. Tanya Heflin was abducted on a walk home from a dinner party, then murdered and dismembered deep in the woods at the back of Tinwood. She was buried, barely in the woods there for a few days. She was later dug up and taken out to the middle of an empty field where her remains was scattered, susceptible to the weather, the bugs and the animals.

This was where she laid for nearly a month, alone and rotting. No one was ever tried for a murder. Every suspect fell through, either from severe lack of evidence or corroborated alibis. The order of the events leading up to a death were just what the police could put together based on where her body was found, and scraps of a bloody dress and ripped out hair found amongst the foliage in the forest. When a body was finally found and a trail was traced back to the woods behind Charlie's house, Charlie closed the daycare down for a week or two, afraid that the presence of the police and the dogs would upset the children.

I never knew Tanya Hefflin before she died. From what I could find and memorialized Facebook pages and practically ancient newspapers, she was a dental hygienist who had lived in Tenwood for less than two years. My whole family went to the dentist in Tenwood But all the little kids had a different hygienist So I never met her Tanya was in her mid-twenties when she died She had apparently moved out to Tenwood mysteriously

And out to the blue All the way from some big city in another state It had still been light out when she started walking home As her co-worker and friends had attested Because she had left early Police theorised she was dead before nightfall By the time she was found She had been in the middle of the field

For at least a month And what had been left of her I'd been picked over by scavengers So I never knew Tanya Heflin But she was the first ghost I ever saw