CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "The ocean sings to me, I hear the song in my dreams and see them in the waves" Creepypasta

Episode Date: August 25, 2021

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Do you charter your boat? I looked up from the boat stern, eyed the two men with lazy smiles and terrible fishing gear, and sighed. Clearly tourists and trouble, but typically have decent money, so I said, Depends, where you're looking to go.

It was still mid-morning, plenty of time for a trip and play host to a few amateur anglers. We heard there's a great fishing spot near the oil rig. Can you take us there? I shook my head and tried giving them better options. Anywhere, other than that place, told them where I'd taken the previous groups that caught huge grouper and chubby amber back.

Come on, I heard that oil rigs are the best for shark. That's why we want to go. At that point, I rolled my eyes and pointed at their gear. You really think you're going to catch shark on that pole? One of them laughed, seemingly nervous and admitted, We're kind of new to this. Of course you are. So listen to a fisherman who's been on these waters for longer than you've been alive.

You'll catch nothing good at that place. I turn my attention back to the boat and figured that would be it. They would wonder off like all the others. Maybe look around the rest of the dock for another boat to bother. Instead, the other guy waives a few hundred dollars. We're willing to pay right now, 300. That's it? I charged 300 ahead for the day.

I was bluffing, but figured that would be more than enough to send them packing. We can do that. I should have told them to get lost. Instead, I was curious and suspicious. Is this really about sharks? Not a single soul I know would ever be that determined to pay so much for a humble fishing vessel. My boat was well taken care of, sure, but it certainly wasn't anything to ride home about in terms of luxury.

A pause, then the one offering the money says, We're looking for a specific fish, which is, spit it out. Finally, the more nervous of the two gives me an honest answer. We've heard rumors of a huge fish, a shark of some sort. The details were fuzzy bun. It was big. There's a reward for it.

Surely you've heard something about it. I had at the bar. most likely where these two heard as well. The bounty was a good one and had some hotspot tourists eager to try for it. Over two grand in cold cash. But I saw the state of the boat, the endless blue it was called,

that supposedly caught the thing first. The hole had scratches in it that were difficult to describe. It barely made it back to shore and the captain refused to step foot on another boat. Instead, he worked at the local fish shack and drank heavily the moment the day was done. He lost his best friend to the sea and couldn't really describe what they caught out there.

Only ever sang it was large with sharp teeth. They managed to haul it on the boat but couldn't keep it. It killed the captain's best friend before escaping back into the water. Shark was the first thing that came to mind, but I really wasn't sure about that. There isn't any shark I know of that's capable of scarring a boat

like that, literally peeling off long strips of paint and wood. And you somehow think you're going to catch a big fish with those rods? The fishing poles in their hands looked maybe good enough to handle a decent size red snapper. Nah, these were just the past the time. We've got a real rod in here. The more cocky man holds up a large case, and admits we wanted something else to pass the time while hoping for the big guy. I folded my arms, thinking, then said, And you think two newbies like yourselves can catch something that a skilled angler couldn't?

Hey, what's the harm in trying? The reward money is insane. So, what do you say? I was about to say no, but he kept going. 600 bucks right now to take a few guys out in the water. And if we only catch small stuff, then it is what it is. it was difficult to deny, so foolishly I agreed. The attack happened in the late evening, so I figured it would be an easy day's work.

I had the guys help me load the boat with fresh bait and made sure that there was enough fishing line and hooks. As we worked, I learned their names and gave them mine. The more nervous one was Liam. The other was Grayson, who was a little too relaxed for my liking. nonetheless I gave them the rundown on how to act to my boat and that they needed to listen to me no matter what is it just you who runs the whole boat Mr Blackburn Liam asked as I filled up the cooler with ice

I nodded and checked about the stern one last time to make sure that everything was in place after that I showed the two the cabin so they could relax or sleep until it was time to fish and said on occasion I'll hire one of the younger guys if I'm taking out a large group. But other than that, just me.

That sounds like a nice gig. You know, I'd like a boat someday. I glanced over to Grayson before moving back to the doorway, thinking to make sure we had everything before replying. You better enjoy the water if you do that. Sit tight. It's going to be a few hours

before we get near the rig. If you need anything, I'll be in the captain's chair. I ended the ropes tying the boat and got behind the helm, readying myself for a long day. The ride out to the oil rig was thankfully quiet. The calls from the other boat was drifting away, the annoying cries of seagulls left behind, and all that was left was the ocean and its sounds.

In the far distance, I could see the oil rig, but knew it would take a few hours to get close. Neither men were terrible passengers. Both stayed in the cabin for the most part, though Liam sometimes wondered up to ask random questions about being a fisherman. I'd humor him for a while until he eventually got bored

and went off to the cabin again. The sun was high in the sky when I pulled up close to the rig. The sight of it had me feeling uneasy, even with a sunny afternoon. But I cut the engine after moving the boat to a safe distance away. On the sonar, it seemed that a decent

amount of fish were hanging about but not quite as many as I expected. Still, I moved out onto the front of the boat and dropped the anchor to ensure the waves wouldn't push us around. Are we finally here? Liam asked, looking about, gripping the edges of the cabin door to keep balance. Yeah, let your buddy know. I busy myself, adding weights to the lines and baiting them, putting one on each side to hopefully avoid lines being tangled. Grayson grinned and put on sunglasses the moment he stepped onto the deck.

I'm so ready for this We're going to be here for a while Fishing takes time and we may not catch a thing In a way I hoped that would be the case The biggest thing I wanted to catch was a grouper or a snapper Easy and simple to deal with At first nothing but a few small fish But not anything that could be kept

The small rods had nibbles or small bites But the rod meant for true deep sea fishing wouldn't move beyond the natural pull from the waves. I asked if they wanted to move on, but Grayson insisted that we stay close to the oar rig, so I moved the boat to the other side. How come this isn't in use anymore? Do you know?

Liam asked as I helped him bait the hook, showing him how to pierce the squid so that it would stop falling off. Couldn't say for sure, but supposedly there were issues of the pipes. They got the rig in place, but could never get the pipes right. The oil rig stood beside us, casting a shadow over the water and eerie in his silence.

There were no sounds of work as milling about, just an abandoned structure that had no use anymore. It had been a huge bust, I record from the papers. Talks about how it cost millions to make and float the thing out to sea and sink it under the ocean floor. The amount of piping flown and tugged out was insanely expensive as well. only for it to be for nothing. The company couldn't get it to work. Constant breakdowns, industrial accidents. Workers refused to work until finally it was left alone.

Grayson hoffed, his mood steadily saring with each empty hook or small fish caught. Pipes? That's it? So what? They've just left it out here to rust? You could say that, yeah. Some companies talk about trying to salvage it, but nothing really really. came of it. Nowadays, nobody goes near the thing. That had Liam asking if I heard the rumours surrounding the structure, and I shrugged. As in everyone, once the Salvation Company's backed off or left the contracts, everyone started talking about what it's really used for.

I heard someone mentioning criminals use it for hiding illegal stuff or that the government is doing experiments there. Liam glanced over to me, then continued, have you heard anything weird going on here? I had to roll my eyes at that one and said, You're here in town for fun, aren't you? Stop listening to the old anglers and gossipers, and be a real tourist like your friend. That got a sharp response from Grayson that I ignored. Instead, looking up at the oil rig and told him, a few people say it's haunted. There were some accidents of men drowning or suddenly go missing during the night. The missing men I'm not sure about, but people did drown out here.

Haunted, seriously? Grayson rolled his eyes as he tugged at his rod, leaning against the side of the boat. Well, what do you think? I looked away from the structure and watched Liam cast out his line. Truth be told, I had no real reason to dislike it other than a bad feeling. More than enough for an experienced sailor, as I said as much. And I said as much. Doesn't matter what I think.

I don't like the thing, so I stay away from it, unless money's involved. The guy's tone was too cocky, but still, it did ring true. My reply was still scathing. Maybe, but I don't expect us to catch a damn thing out here, so this will be your loss, not mine. Silence fell over us at that point, both men trying and failing to catch anything worthwhile. Eventually, Liam gave up. I'm done for the day. Gray, I don't think we're going to get anything.

Let's just call it. By then, the sun was starting to fall from the sky, so I warned them. Another hour is all we can afford, any longer, and we'll be docking in the complete dark. All I get is three hours of actual fishing. That's a waste of six hundred bucks. I shrugged, unwilling to budge. Fine, whatever. You're the one that refused to move from this spot.

We could have easily went somewhere else, but you insisted on staying here. Don't blame me. I should have known better than to feel relieved, but I couldn't help it. Knowing that I would be away from the oil rig in less than an hour had been feeling better, even a bit giddy. An easy day with a good payout, more than enough to pay the rest of the bills for the month. We baited the large rod and pulled the other lines in. I felt a bit bad with a bit bad.

how disappointed Grayson clearly was. His cockiness nowhere to be found and instead he stood near the line staring out into the water with a frown and slumped shoulders. On the other hand, his friend seemed far more relieved with the idea of getting back to dry land

already in the cabin and mentioning to wake him once we're docked. I offered to chum the water for the last half hour, figuring it wouldn't hurt to try entice something big enough for us to bring in. At least then, the two could say they caught a nice amberjack or even a shark.

There was much bait left anyway, and I'd rather feed the fish than the gulls or pelicans that crowded the docks. Blood, sardines and bits of squid swirled around in the water as I tossed the bait near the fishing line. Not a lot, just enough to hopefully catch something's attention before I left the last few pieces for the hook. I'm going to look at the sonar, see if anything is nearby. Grayson nodded as he took the pole.

reeling in the line to bait it again, then cast out. I watched him for a moment before heading to the captain's seat and examined the sonar. There wasn't much. It seemed that most of the fish earlier in the day had left. I watched it for a few minutes, then glanced at my watch and sighed at the time of almost 4.30. We would be docking around 7 at this point, but at least it wouldn't be completely dark. Hey, I think I got something. That had me looking at the sonar again.

I'd be confused since nothing had showed up, but I didn't dwell on it for long. I walked back to the deck, curious to see what fish, Grayson hooked, and saw the way he was struggling with the weight. He would reel for a few seconds and pull at the rod, arms trembling, and I quickly guided him to the fishing chair. Sit down before you lose the pole. I helped him put the pole into the metal holder and motion for him to continue. The rod was bending pretty good, so I warned him. Probably a shark. It might cut the line.

I hope not. This is what I've been waiting for. He laughed, then tried calling for Liam, and responded with a simple, Good luck, I'm too tired, and nothing else. Get up here, man. You're going to miss the catch of a lifetime. There was no response this time,

and Grayson huffed, then turned his focus onto getting the fish to the surface. I reminded him that it was fine if the fish decided to take off, cautioned him that trying for brute strength would only exhaust him faster. If he wants to run, let it run. You're not going to win a fight like that. Rest, then keep going. It was a long fight. A fight that I left briefly to poke my head into the cabin to see how Liam was doing. He was laid out in one of the booths with an arm over his face. You're right? Yeah, I've never really been on the ocean before and I think the sun's starting to get to me.

He looked over at me, a bit dazed in his eyes, and I frowned, going to the small fridge and grabbing some water. You weren't drinking much water out there, that'll help you feeling terrible. Here. He sat up, slumping in his seat, but at least took the bottle, sipping on it. Mr Blackburn, do you hear things out here? That was an odd question, and one that had been raising an eyebrow. Sometimes, the ocean has a lot of things in it, and not all of them sound right in a boat. What did you hear?

He hesitated, twisting the cap on and off the water bottle, then said, I don't know. It was weird, like a hum, or a vibration. Well, songs, probably. They sound different in a boat, since we're in the water with them. That makes sense. I was just wondering, I'm going to sleep some more, is that okay?

He drank a bit more from the bottle and put it next to his head, already laying back down. Sure, we'll be heading back soon. He nodded at that and already seemed to be dozing off. I went back to see how Grayson was doing and peered out into the water,

looking for signs of the fish. It took another five or so minutes until the grey skin of a shark became visible on the surface. Certainly not the biggest I'd see. scene, but nice-sized. Yeah, Grayson yelled, laughing as he stood up to look at the prize he brought up from the debts. I put on some thick gloves, a motion for him to keep on reeling.

His still doesn't fight left. Sure enough, the shark took back off towards the ocean floor, disappearing from my sight. I grabbed the harpoon, ready myself for when it reached the surface again. The line kept going, the reel loud, and I glanced back to see that it was going oddly fast, before it stopped. Grayson gritted his teeth and pulled at the pole, tried his damnedest to reel, but the wheel of the rod wouldn't turn.

Did he get stuck? He kept at it, arms shaking with the effort, and he reached out to touch the line. It was tight, no slack at all, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

There weren't any wrecks as far as I knew for the shark to hide or take shelter in, and most fish don't get a second wind like that. I put the harpoon down and grabbed the line with both hands to pull. Still, no give, but I felt something on the line. A tiny bit of movement, and it had me letting go. The shark was still there, but it didn't feel right. My gut was telling me to let the fish go and get the hell away from that spot.

An instinct I was going to listen to. I took out a pocket knife and unfolded the blade. Grayson jumped up and protested Don't cut the line Can you pull the fish in or not? He glared but sat back Gripping the pole Until his knuckles went white

And really did put his all into it Nothing The line wouldn't give The pole bent underneath his attempts But it wouldn't move an inch What is wrong with this thing He grunted and strained his back I turned my eyes toward the

water, but the ocean was silent. I'm calling it. We need to get going. It'll be dark soon, I said, and put the knife against the line. No, give me a chance. You can't reel it in. You've been trying and it's not moving. Grayson snapped right back. I paid you, didn't I? So let me try again. He kept trying to move the reel and began complaining that there was something wrong with the rod. The reel was broken. I shook my head, because his gear was more. more than adequate for a shark of decent size. I put the knife out again and ignored the protest and curses flung at me.

Don't do it! Just as I grabbed the line to hold it steady, it slackened and Grayson reeled away. I barely had enough time to snatch my hand back. Told you I get it. The way he was reeling wasn't right if the fish were still there. The line was coming in too fast. Rather than pointing that out,

I kept my mouth shut and waited until something emerged from the depths. The shark, or rather the head, hung from the end of the rod, and I couldn't stop the shiver down my spine. Whatever, had eaten the rest of it, had shark teeth. That's for sure. But it looked wrong, not like a single bite from a large predator. It seemed that there were small bites taken at a time, bits of flesh dangling and blood dripping onto the deck.

The sides of the head had long scratches down it, gorging out both eyes and exposing jaw tissue. I got the hook out of the mouth and showed the head to Grayson, who looked surprise, then excited. Whoa, we should keep at it. See if we can get the shark that did this. It's got to be the one with a bounty. Not the response I wanted, and when I scowled at. We're done for the day. If you want to come back out with another boat, you do that. come on imagine being the guy that brought in a huge monster shark or something you're really going to make us go back yes i am dropping the shark's head back into the water i grabbed the pole and put it with the others this is my boat and is getting dark i didn't sign up for night fishing i ignored the complaining and went to the anchor eager to be done for the day the windlass to bring the anchor into the boat world to life motor chugging along for a few moments, before it shuddered and stopped.

With a curse, then a sigh, I fired it back up a few times. But, he refused to budge. The motor whine louder, and I stopped it. The idea of it being stuck seemed unlikely. The seabed below was muddy and sandy, not a lot of rocks or things for it to get caught on. Still, I reached over and tugged on the rope myself. It was torn and tense. unwilling to give.

With a curse, I led up more slack than tried again, only for it to be worse than before, and an uneasy feeling settled over me once again. It was just like the fishing line. Then, slowly, the boat began to move. At first, bit by bit, then yanked forward, and Grace and and Liam shouted at me. Only, I wasn't doing anything. All I could do was hold under the bow's railing, and try not to be flung overboard.

My heart hammered away my chest. I was frozen until a particularly hard pull had me retching from my knife and soaring into the thick rope holding the anchor. It wasn't easy cutting through it. The boat must have a round looped the oil rig before the rope gave way, snapping and disappearing into the waves. The boat rocked violently, then settled down, but I wasn't taking any chances.

I was on my shaking legs and rushed to the helm. What the? Get in the cabin or sit down, I snapped at Grayson, turning on the motor to full power and steering back towards land. He actually did, sat on the floor and looked pale, the sunglasses falling from his nose and onto his chest. You weren't driving earlier? How were we moving? Something had the anchor and wouldn't let go. What would do that? For once, a question from him, that was a good one, but one I had no answer to.

I hesitated, then simply said, we're getting out of here. Hey, guys, do you hear the singing? I glanced back, confused, and saw Liam swaying back and forth, cheeks red and eyes glazed. Grayson was the one to ask what he meant, and he elaborated. In the cabin, I can hear someone singing. Does it sound like either of us are in a good time? What's with you? you don't look so good.

Grayson got up and reached for his friend's shoulder, shaking him a bit. Sit tight, we'll be back at the hotel soon. Okay, I'm going to get some fresh air. He wandered away, stumbling a bit, though I wasn't sure if he was from the choppy water, or from a sudden bout of seasickness. Grayson glanced at me, and looked at a concern on his face,

and I waved him away with my hand. I wouldn't let him be on the deck, himself. Rather than a snappy reply or comment, he left without a word and I tear my attention on getting back to shore. I was focused, trying to calculate how long it would be until we were back to porch when Grayson screamed, Stop the boat! He rushed to me, eyes huge and spit out, Stop the dam boat, gleams in the water! That had been thrown the boat into neutral and using the momentum to turn around. Appearing through the window, I looked out for him and saw his orange shirt, taking care

to approach slowly, so I wouldn't miss, or worse, hit him. Grayson rushed out into the bow, leaning over, and I shouted at him, don't you fall in two. I watched as he tried to grab his friend, failing, then trying again. Come on, Liam, Liam! I couldn't see the kid, but I could hear the desperation and pleading in Grayson's voice. What's with you? Just take my hand. It was a risk, but I killed the motor and quickly got into the bow as well,

but stopped when I saw the look on his face. His eyes were open, pale face, and he was staring up at us. Thought he wasn't seeing us. His arms floated uselessly around him, and the water began to cloud. Slowly, then quicker and quicker. Turning red, I leaned down, hands twisting into the shirt, and grunting with the effort of hauling up 200 pounds of dead weight. Grayson, help me!

Another set of hands joined mine, and, after a minute of struggling, we pulled him onto the boat. Blood and water poured around Liam. I had to keep my jaw shut tight to keep me from vomiting at the sight of his legs. He'd only been in the water for maybe five minutes, but there was hardly anything left from the thighs down. Bit of muscle twitched, the bones red and exposed the air.

the skin and most of the flesh completely gone. William? Grayson sobbed, shaking his friend who offered no response, only staring off into the sky. I took up his belt and wrapped it hard around a bit of the good leg left, snapping at Grayson to do the same. His hands were shaky, but he managed to take off his own belt and copy my movement for the other leg, tears falling down his face. It was useless, looking back. I knew at the time it was pointless. He was clearly gone, but I felt I had to stem the bleeding.

It took both of us to get him back onto the boat. Grayson sat with him, insisting that he was going to be okay. I opened my mouth. When the singing began, sort of wobbling and faint, coming from the ocean. Wide eyes looked at me, and I looked right back, not sure what to tell him. Before either of us could speak, Liam began shan. shifting, blinking, and suddenly back with us. It's so pretty.

Can't you hear it? He smiled then, eyes glazed, and began humming along, at times, smelting words. Get us out of here, Grayson whispered, then looked at his friend and tried comforting him. You can't move, buddy. Don't listen to that, okay? You're going to be all right. We'll get you fixed up. He had to hold him down.

It was the only way to keep him from sitting up, or worse, trying to stand on what was left of his legs. I crept back to the controls of the boat, practically crawled across the bloody deck, and slowly pull myself up to sit in the chair. In the light of the dying sun, I could make out figures in the ocean. What they were exactly, I couldn't say.

But there were many of them. Dark shadows in the ocean, with long bodies. I focused on the boat controls, refusing to lock up and reach for the radio. It was difficult, putting into words what happened when asked what the emergency was, other than, there was an accident I had an injured passenger on board. All I could offer to the Coast Guard when asked how hurt the patient was, was very. The singing followed us, and Grayson stumbled next to me,

staring out into the water, and said, I think he's dead. We're going as fast as we can. Should I just push him into the water? That's what they want, right? I looked over to us, alarmed at the way his eyes looked glassy. Neither of us are doctors. We don't know that.

I hesitated and patted the seat next to me. Sit for a bit. Grayson stood for a moment too long, but then finally did so and stared off into the ocean with a wide-eyed look. You know, They do sound kind of pretty. Don't listen to them. I reached over and took my fingers into his shoulder.

Listen to them and you're going to end up like Liam. Even though he nodded his head and murmured some kind of agreement, I don't think he actually heard me. Throughout the ride, he talked to the song. At times standing up and peering intently out the window, eyes blank and seeing something I couldn't. I wonder, What would it be like to swim with them?

What do you think they are? Stop talking, Grayson. We'll be docked in an hour. Thankfully, the singing ceased after another 30 minutes, but I couldn't shake the bad feeling welling up inside. Not even the sight of land was enough to make me feel better, carefully docking into the harbour when ambulance was waiting. The paramedics didn't know what to say once they saw the state of Liam.

They quickly loaded him up and whisked him away. I had little answer. for the Coast Guard, only able to tell them we were fishing by the ore rig. Don't go out there anymore. That was the only advice they gave and wrote down something in a report before asking Grayson a few questions. He barely responded, beyond, that he and Liam paid for a fishing trip, hoping to find the shark that wrecked the endless blue fishing boat.

After that, the Coast Guardsman let us be. Grayson continued looking out to see a wistful look on his face an expression I didn't like so I nudged him and offered Do you want a cab He said nothing for a moment And only when I asked him again

Did he finally respond No I'm okay I think I'll take a walk in the beach actually I heard the ocean is nice at night I protested and attempted everything I could think of to convince him otherwise. But he simply waved me off.

I'll be all right. Thanks for the trip, Mr Blackburn. See you in the water. His last words still echo in my head. William Ackers was dead upon arriving to the hospital. The officials calling his death a freak fishing accident and wouldn't give out any true details. Grace and Siva was reported missing the same night by his girlfriend.

citing that he never returned from his fishing trip with his good friend. When the police turned up on my door, all I could give them was that Grayson went for a walk on the beach and the dock was the last place I saw him. They didn't bother me after that. I haven't been on the water since that day. Months ago at this point, some of my fishing buddies and fellow captains pesting me about it,

reassuring me that whatever happened to Liam wasn't my fault. I pretend that's the reason why I don't go out anymore. At night, I can hear them. The singing. It echoes in my head and follows me to sleep. The captain of the Endos Blue approached me one night at the bar, sitting next to me and asked quietly. You hear them too, don't you?

I couldn't even play dumb. He saw the look on my face and nodded his head, looking far more relieved than he had any right to. I'm glad I'm not the only one. Does it get any better? No. It gets worse if you're away from the water. Don't go out again unless you want to end up like the others.

We've avoided talking to each other since that talk. Going our separate ways and pretending like losing our passengers that caused that dislike of the ocean. I solved my boat and now use my experience to help young anglers fish off piers or the beaches. I don't dare touch the water. Sometimes I find myself staring up into the waves and I see long-moving shapes with glittering scales.

They sing to me, call for me, sometimes laugh at me. So far, I've managed to resist them. For how long I'll be able to though, I don't know.