CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "The Reunion that Ended me" Creepypasta

Episode Date: November 30, 2023

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Find what you need to A few years ago, I was invited to a dinner party. It wasn't that fancy, just a few old friends reconnecting. People I hadn't seen since high school. Some of the people on that list were people I hadn't seen or heard of for years. So, it'd be a nice opportunity to catch up. My wife couldn't come, though.

Invites only. She didn't mind. I looked forward to it all week I took out my old Tom Scog High School baseball cap and went through the guest list there were a few names I recognised at the drop of a hat

and a few that I didn't I figured some people had changed their names over the years while it wasn't a proper reunion more like a get-together of old friends I still got the sense that there was something more to it There was no anniversary coming up, so it sort of came out of nowhere.

I got the impression that maybe something else was up, like a proposal or some other announcement. The big night took place on a Saturday, at a rented venture just outside of town, some old clubhouse. Nothing big or fancy, but enough to house the eight-party-goers that had pressed the I-will-attend button. I got there a bit early, dressed up in my favourite jacket, sporting the classic baseball cap. It smelled a bit like Mildew, but what the hell? If there ever was a time to wear it, this was it. Rolling up to the house, the first person I ran into was the host herself. Jerry, short for Jaldine.

She was the de facto head of the AV club back in high. school. The elected president of the club was often missing or off doing their own thing, leaving Jerry to take care of the practicalities. If there was one person I'd bet on to arrange a night like this, it'd be her. She swept me up in a big hug, pulling a little on my baseball cap. Oh, we're bringing out the big guns, huh? She laughed. Should have kept my club sweater. Gotta represent the toads. The stupid name were used for the locals. It was still around.

Over time, the others dropped in. Nelly, the overachiever. Ollie, or Olai, who was on the student council. Chris and Corey, the twins, Omar, who didn't move in until the final year, but instantly made himself part of the group. Finally, we just waited for Tess.

It was getting late. so we figured she could catch up later. We had a couple of drinks and got snacking on some appetizers. Jerry had arranged for a catered meal. It didn't take long for us to fall back into our old roles, finding our way back to each other like we'd never left. There is a saying that the better you know someone, the less you need to talk to them.

It really is true. It was just a matter of minutes before we were right back, to where we left things all those years ago, but Tess was a no-show. I figured she'd run into some sort of last-minute issue, but Jerry wasn't convinced. If anything, Jerry was being a bit strange about it, avoidant. Halfway through the main course, Nellie checked her phone. She fell silent all of a sudden. It was hard to tell, since everyone else was laughing and chatting about.

But I saw her lift her hand to her mouth, and her eyes stopped blinking. She'd seen something. Something shocking. I gently elbowed Omar next to me, who noticed the same thing. Once the two of us quieted down, so did the others. It didn't take long for the entire table to notice. Nearly looked up at us. She's...

There's been an accident. I... I think she... Tess is not... She sniffled, putting down a phone. She buried her face in her hands, trying her best to hold back the tears. Everyone picked up their phones, trying to see if what she'd said was true. Checking local news, social media, anything.

But I kept my eyes on Jerry. She was unnaturally quiet about this. It didn't take long. for the room to devolve. Nelly was openly weeping. Hollet just went pale, staring into the wall. Chris and Corey started arguing about the details as they differed from one source to the next.

Omar just shook his head over and over, trying to convince himself it wasn't true. But of course, it was. Turns out Tess had some kind of aneurysm earlier that day. Out like a lot of. the moment she sat down in a car. Completely unavoidable and undetectable. It just took some time for people to notice

since it looked like someone just sitting in their car but Jerry just sat there, sipping a wine. She didn't look at her phone and she didn't join the conversation. There was a shake to her hand like she was suddenly nervous. I wanted to pull her aside and ask her about it

but there was no space. People were talking over one another, calling out, demanding my attention. All the while, Jerry didn't move a muscle. Then... The power went out. It went completely dark. For a moment, all I could see were faces lit up by smartphone screens like ghastly apparitions. I joined in, and so did Jerry.

The discussion just died As we all looked at one another At some point Someone turned their phone towards the table As if looking for something As the light panned across the room We all noticed in unison A shape

It was only there for a fraction of a second Something tall, dark and spectral Arms that reached all the way to the floor Something sickly thin and black as oil. There was a shrill screech like the cables inside the walls were burning, screaming for help.

This high-pitched burn, something overloading, bathing the room in the smell of burnt plastic and gypsum. In the blink of an eye, the power returned, and with it, the dark disappeared. The room erupted.

Nellie was on a feet, backing away from the table. Ali crouched down. The twins just stood up, looking lost. Omar just froze, not knowing what to do. But my eyes landed on Jerry, and what she was doing. She just sat there, staring at the space with a dark thing had stood. As the room fell silent, I caught her attention.

What's going on? I weased. What was that? Jerry shook her head. As the rest of the room turned their attention to her, she began stuttering. Her eyes shifted from one to the next

until she finally gave in. It's hard to explain. So now we got the real story. It started a couple of months ago. It started with a woman named Gwen.

She is a little. had been an acquaintance at best, someone that most of the group hadn't interacted much with. She was part of another click, in a way, and there was a much crossover between the groups. She had suddenly passed, leaving some former classmates devastated. Tess had heard about it somewhere in a social peripheral. One post in particular had stood out. In one of the memorial comment sections, someone mentioned, She knew this was coming. She'd seen the spectre of death, she told me,

and I think she was at peace. After that, there'd been two more deaths, a man and a woman, both dropping dead within a month of one another. Again, vague hints to seeing something and a spectre. But this time, Tess knew them a little better. In fact, she talked to one of them just weeks ahead of their death. Two things became apparent.

One, but they were being followed by something. And two, that they knew their time was running short. By that third death, Tess figured it was no longer a coincidence. Their old friends were dropping like flies. She reached out to Jerry to kind of get the gang together to talk about it. but only days ahead of the reunion. She'd started to see the spectre herself. She wanted us to go ahead, with or without her, said Jerry.

She knew this would happen. So, what does it mean? Nearly asked. We all saw it. Are we all next? Jerry shook her head as the questions reigned. What the hell is that? yelled Corey. Were you going to tell us? Chris joined in. Question after question after question.

Finally, Jerry just slumped into a chair, still shaking her head. I don't know, she repeated over and over. I just don't know. Ollie was the first to react. He headed for the door. I'm getting the hell out of here, he yelled. Screw this. The moment he opened the door, the power was cut again.

My phone was glowing hot in my hand, overloaded by static electricity. All the illuminated faces flickered as our phones struggled to stay alive. In a vague flicker from one of our phone screens, I only caught a glimpse of it. A figure so tall we couldn't see the head as it loomed outside the door. An impossibly long arm reached in. Ali just screamed, devolving into a series of ever-repeating no-no-noes, until he was silenced. It took longer for the lights to return now.

When they did, Ollie was curled up on the floor like a dying bug, face frozen in surprise and horror. He was already pale as limestone, his eyes glazed over, a single tear in the corner of his frozen eye. Dead as a doornail. The room erupted into panic. Jerry screamed at them to stop. The twins headed for the back door, only for the lights to go out again.

I could hear a bulb pop from the fridge, and I could smell something burning. The scene played out as if there were a strobe light, as light bulbs struggled to come back to life. little snapshots of chaos burned into my retinas. Chris dropped immediately in the doorway. Corey made it all the way back to the dinner table before he collapsed, an impossibly long arm touching the back of his head. He fell haphazardly forward,

breaking the two legs at the short end of the table. He pulled down most of the tablecloth along with the plates and glasses. carefully prepared mimoses and half-drunk wine bottles spilled onto the floor, mixing with froth and dust. He was dead before he hit the ground. Omar panicked, but nearly managed to hold him back. Jerry was hiding in the corner.

I was just standing there like a deer in headlights, trying to remember how to breathe. I had never been the one with a fight or flight instinct. like a genetic thing. Nelly shook her head. I have to do regular checkups for work, she said. I got a clean bill. We went through a checklist of things,

trying to figure out an answer to why us. It was the only thing we could do. Our phones were dead and no one dared to leave. We just stood there, our thoughts running away from us at the speed of panic. It didn't make sense. We were different genders, backgrounds, ethnicities and religions. We had different occupations, aspirations, hopes and dreams.

For all intents and purposes, we were wildly different people. The only thing tying us together was our association with one another and our shared time at Tom Skog High. At one point, we'd all curled up against the walls. I hugged my knees close to my chest. chest. I couldn't look at Jerry without my eyes crossing paths with Corey's body, curled up like a dead bug, fingers twisted and turned in a painful final expression. I opted to just not look at her, instead speaking generally to the room. So, that's it then, I said. There's no reason. We're just screwed. We tried to leave. and we're screwed.

That can't be, said Omar. Then why wait? Why not just kill us? None of this makes sense, muttered Nelly, shaking ahead. Why now? That was a good question. We considered what had been going on

in our lives lately. I mentioned moving into a new house with my wife who started a new job as a realtor. Nellie talked about accepting a position, in Minneapolis. Omar was moving to South Dakota to be with her sick mother. Jerry had been working remotely for a company in Dallas for years, and only recently they decided to enforce a return to office policy. There were no obvious patterns, relationships, families, jobs. It all looked very different. Omar tried a different approach. Maybe it's more practical, he said.

we have to leave as a group. Why? I don't know. I don't even know what it is. So let's look at it rather than us. Let's look at what it's doing, I said. It's keeping us here. It wants us to be here. We're safe now, right? We all looked around as if to make a point. We were indeed safe for now. But, despite it all, no matter how much logic we tried to apply to it, I couldn't wrap my brain around what we'd been looking at. Some kind of otherworldly entity tearing through us without any kind of retaliation, or maybe there was. Nelly argued that we should attack it. We'd seen it, so it was some kind of physical entity. It had a shape, a form.

That in itself should mean that it could be destroyed. Slowly getting off the floor, we looked at what we had. A few broken table legs as clubs. Jerry figured we could try using salt, as it was supposed to have some sort of supernatural properties on non-worldly entities. Omar figured trying to cross wouldn't hurt. We armed ourselves to the best.

of our abilities, figuring we should try something as a group. If it really was a physical entity, that meant it was constrained by its own properties, meaning it couldn't catch all of us at once. So, instead of moving as a pile of pigs to the slaughter, we would spread out, scattering to the wind. It was risky, but it was all we got. Omar positioned himself by the front door with a table leg Jerry got the back door with a frying pan

Nellie and I took windows on the opposite sides of the room she armed with another table leg while I used the roast pan as a shield and a kitchen knife we reviewed the plan again we would go on five heading in different directions once out we would be calling for help If confronted by the entity, we would be using what we had to force it back just enough to run. We hadn't seen it move much, so maybe it wasn't that fast.

It was a risky, stupid plan. But we were desperate. Nellie counted down from five. I held my hand on the window, watching the others follow suit. As the countdown continued, I could feel the strength in my arm Wayne, like everything in me, just wanted not to run, but to crawl into a corner and just wait. And yet, the countdown reached zero.

Nellie flung the window open, Omar kicked the front door open, Jerry pushed into the back door, and me. I realized my window was locked. The reaction was immediately. idiot and violent. Out of every window and every door, dozens of shade-like appendages appeared. Knife-sharp, bone-like fingers reached for us. The windows are blown apart by the pressure,

covering my hand in a hundred little cuts, shattered pieces of glass boring into my hair. I didn't fight. That instinct just wasn't there. I scrambled backwards, doing exactly. exactly what my instinct taught me to, to make myself as small and invisible as possible. Omar fought, nearly too. Jerry actually managed to hit something.

I could hear the thwunk of the frying pan, but it was quick. No screams. As the lights died, I saw Jerry's head being grasped as she was dragged outside. Her heart stopped before she even dropped the frying pan. Nellie got halfway across the room before they got to her, making a faceplant into the hardwood floor in a morbidly comical manner. An entire life snuffed out, ending with an embarrassing self-inflicted nothing. Omar just stood there as one of the things loomed over him.

It reached for him, and he did nothing. It was calm, collected, even reverent in a way. But as what looked like a thought, approached his forehead he started shaking his head no he pleaded no I can't not like this and with that he fell to the floor empty they made no sound dozens upon dozens of undousins of spectres pulled into the room surrounding me I wanted to scream but my breath was stuck in my throat I couldn't believe what I was seeing It was so far from the world I knew

that it started to feel like a bad dream It simply couldn't be well and truly real But feeling that cold hardwood floor against my cheek Made me think differently I looked up only to see one of the spectres looming over me So tall that its head cut to the ceiling It reached to me A thumb-like appendage reaching for my forehead

and in that moment it spoke to me less of a voice and more of a series of impressions it's hard to explain it showed me flashes of a life me settling down with my wife growing little blue sunflowers in the backyard

having kids growing old and dying on a park bench near Frog Lake never leaving the little Minnesota town where I'd grown up along peaceful and uneventful life. Little spots of sunshine and joy along a grey path. One I'd willingly bind myself to.

But then it showed me something else. A different world, full of dark shapes in an endless desert of black sand. There I wondered as another faceless thing, saying nothing, doing nothing. and there was no end burning hellscapes

where my flesh was reforming as fast as it melted from my bones in a perpetual cycle of pain in another place I was stuck in an empty starless void where my being was spread among dying stars eternally drifting in another I was floating on a sensationalous ocean

staring up at a night sky where a single red eye the size of a moon stared back. I was a consciousness bound to stages of life I could never break free from. It was an invitation. They were asking me to stay here,

there and forever. That's what had killed the others. They had wanted to leave. I finally understood. I wasn't running. I wasn't leaving. I was staying in this town, while the others had been eager to settle elsewhere.

But this invitation wasn't just about me, and they're here and now. This was about an endless multitude of existences waiting to happen, one where an end was not promised. A perpetual me, bound to whatever form necessary, like them,

like all of them. I could feel myself shaking my head into a no. I could feel my tongue licking the roof of my mouth, looking to push out that N. But I couldn't. I froze. Yes, I cried. Yes, of course.

The cold thumb touched me, as if drawing an invisible mark across my forehead. And that was it. One by one they left. They gained what they came for A recruit Someone to stay with them To join their group at an unfathomable cost

The final one left with a breeze Knocking over my Tom'scock High baseball cap Home of the Toggs I just stood there Alone Contorted remains of people I used to know littered the floor Husks

The lights came back on phones buzzing across the room, pings from missed calls and messages. But after all the notifications died down, all that was left was me, sobbing on the floor, doomed. You might have heard about all this,

but in another way, they blamed it all on wine poisoning. There was a sham investigation. I think something around 2,000 bottles were recalled. Not a single soul believed my testimony, and my lawyer recommended me to retract my official statement, as it would either send me to a madhouse or get me in legal trouble. Perjury, maybe. Instead, I said that I simply didn't drink any wine, that I had settled for a beer. That in itself was a lie, but everyone was willing to believe it. Perhaps they all knew there

was more to it. Perhaps. They didn't care. A few years down the line now. I have two daughters. I have a nice job. My wife and I get along well, caring for the house together.

It is a good life. But I can't help, but to get that nagging feeling that I've doomed myself. But there was something waiting for me that I can't come back from. That maybe. At the end of all this, I am the one getting the raw deal, and not the shriveled-up corpses that I left behind in that clubhouse.

I say that you never really leave the small-town life, that it follows you through your life one way or another. I never thought it would be this literal.