CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "The Rumor That Ruined My Life" Creepypasta

Episode Date: July 9, 2022

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There used to be three of us. We were the only kids who lived on Lantern Street, by far the poorest neighbourhood in town. That was a long time ago, and I haven't thought about it in ages. But a few weeks ago, something happened that just... Well, it changed everything. But to get the full picture, we have to take a step back. Lantern Street originally had another name, but no one calls it that. It was always just lantern street.

It was the only street in town where they refused to fix the damn streetlights. So instead, the locals put up solar-powered lanterns. It had this dark and ominous feeling to it. Some parents refused to let the kids play there, as it was on the far side of town and in a poor area. Still, kids interpreted this in the worst way possible. A dark street at the end of town Were you not supposed to go? Of course there was something wrong with it

That's where we lived Me, Dawson and Abbey Abbey Abbey was the oldest and had four years of me Dawson was about two years older than me At that age those numbers meant something It was true Our parents weren't that well off

But we made do in our own way We couldn't play any video games and we had to use the computer at the library, but we didn't mind. We didn't know any other life. The three of us did pretty much everything together. I was an only child, but I always considered those two to be my brother and sister. We were the lantern street kids, and we stuck together no matter what. During Halloween, we had an ingenious idea. For one night, we took down all the lanterns so we can have a completely dark street.

If kids wanted to pass from the north side of town to the west without crossing the highway, they had to pass by lantern street. We figured we'd make sort of a toll and really spook the place up. It was the only time of year when kids regularly passed by after all. See, we had this neighbour.

He lived on his own with his two cats and he had these strange paranoid delusions. For example, he only accepted mail if it was directly delivered to him by hand. He refused to drink tap water without boiling it. He covered all his windows and cardboard. But the strangest thing by far was that he thought the government was going through his garbage. His solution? To bury his trash in his backyard.

It created this awful stench and everyone living next to him had complained about it for years. But, just like the streetlights, the city did nothing. This was our meal ticket, this creepy, paranoid nobody. We started spreading rumours around school. We started saying that he was chopping kids' heads off and burying them in garbage bags in his backyard. We even named drops some kids who'd moved out of town years prior, implying that they might have never made it out.

We were trying to give Lanton Street a bit of reputation. so that when Halloween came around, we'd be there as brave protectors and guides for those who wanted to pass through safely. All it took was a few pieces of candy. That way, we could just stand around and do nothing and still get a ton of candy. It was brilliant. When Halloween rolled around, we dressed up in cheap costumes that we made ourselves. All our parents were working night shifts. Abby was a pirate and Dawson was a ghost.

I was trying to be a gangster, but it was just my Sunday finest with a fancy hat. I'd painted a moustache on my face with permanent marker. Big mistake. We'd taken down all the lanterns. Abby was placed up front to play up how scary the street was and letting people borrow handheld lanterns, which we'd just taken from around the street. Dawson was in the middle of the street pretending to be a lookout and making sure it was safe to go through.

He paused kids passing through sometimes just to play it up and asked them to hurry up when the strange man was on the move. I was at the end of the street to take the lanterns back and take our fair share of their candy as payment. Hell, we placed an old shovel on the sidewalk outside his house just to make a point. sharp old things still. And I gotta say, it was flawless. Even the kids who had their parents and toe got in on it. It was this harmless, Halloweeny kind of thing to do.

It was just stupid fun. No one really believed the stupid rumours about the guy kidnapping kids, so instead they just kind of went with it. We were the lookout and we were handsomely compensated. no one would be taken by the spooky man with a shovel tonight. I've never gotten more candy on Halloween than I did that year as a lookout on Lantern Street. Eventually, we noticed we'd started something we didn't completely control. Some kids got genuinely disturbed by the rumours, and even though the lanterns were put back up,

some kids asked us to be lookouts long after Halloween was over. After all, our neighbour was often seen with a shovel in hand. It was pretty much the only time it went outside to bury garbage bags. Whenever someone had to pass through Lantern Street, it wasn't unusual for them to ask us to watch their backs. Hell, it was free candy and Pokemon cards. How could we say no? This influenced the street at large though.

Some parents were genuinely worried when they heard their kid talk about some strange man threatening to kidnap them. The rumours were like a death from a thousand cuts. Every new rumor or alleged sighting had an effect, and it came to the point where my parents told me to just stop talking about it. They rarely cared, no matter what I did, so to have a serious talk with them usually meant someone had pressured them. Abbey and Dawson had a similar experience.

We agreed collectively that we would no longer provide lookout services But even though us lookouts tried to distance ourselves from the rumours It was too late Our neighbour was a genuinely strange man But he wasn't dangerous He just kept to himself a lot and didn't trust the government That was enough for the rumours to take on a life of their own Which is why we knew there would be trouble

when we saw a police cruiser parked outside his house. This was a man who genuinely distrusted government officials and the police. There was no way he would cooperate or comply. He refused to let them in without a warrant and he refused to talk to them. It all escalated to the point where, after three days of officers trying to reach a peaceful solution, they finally got their warrant. I have no idea how. but this is a small town.

The result, he locked the doors, barricaded the windows, and refused to let anyone in. Four police cars were parked outside, and it was starting to look more and more like a siege. Everyone was locking out their windows, despite officers yelling at us to the stain side. I could hear every word shouted from a megaphone from my bedroom window. Finally, they broke the front door with some kind of sledge. I don't know why he did it, but the second the police entered the house. He fired at them. Someone got hit.

He didn't stand a chance in an open firefight. It was over in seconds. I never heard a sound like that. Three houses away, I could still hear the screams, and I hid under my bed. I probably stayed there for half an hour, just waiting and holding my breath. I could still hear the gunshots echoed down Lantern Street. Word got out that the rumours weren't true. Sure, he'd buried garbage bags in his backyard, and there was a lot of strange things in his

house, but nothing particularly illegal. No drugs, no bombs, no plans to kidnap innocent young children. It was just this paranoid shutting, deluded into defence. ending his home with a legal purchased weapon. It was chaos. No one wanted that property. It was torn down within a year. When the next Halloween came around,

there were new rumours about Lantern Street. They spoke of a psychopath ghost, evil spirits and a vengeful murderer. The fact that an odd but innocent man had been gunned down was not the story. Among the kids, he was still scary. from beyond the grave. God, we were dumb.

I thought a lot about it. Being responsible for someone's death just felt unreal. As a kid, it was difficult to even grasp. No one talked to us about it, checked if we were okay. There were no counsellors

for dirt poor Lantern Street kids. And Abbey and Dawson? Well, we just didn't talk about it. I think, in a way, that we tried to believe in our own rumours. We tried believing in our own lies. In time, Lantern Street outgrew us, and even the lanterns themselves went away. There were new streetlights put up, and a convenient store was built on the empty lot. Rumours started growing more obscure, and over time,

the street was just known as the place where they shot that weirdo. But as the years passed, we left it behind. Abbey moved when she got. got into Minnesota State and Dawson moved cross-country to live with his long-distance girlfriend. And me? Well, I moved to Minneapolis to pursue a career in law enforcement. I guess I was inspired. That was my life. Until a couple of weeks ago.

I was coming home from a long day of work. As I parked my car on the driveway, I noticed several street lights had gone dark. One more was flickering, about to go out. It brought my mind back to those days with Abby and Dawson being lookouts on Lantern Street. I looked them up on social media, but I couldn't find any active accounts. Abby stopped posting about four years ago, and Dawson stopped two years after that. I couldn't find anything about them. It took me 45 minutes of intense Googling before I found Abby's second account.

On a final post, dated four years ago, people were commenting on how much they missed her. She was dead. I got this awful feeling in my stomach. I couldn't find anything about Dawson, but from the way people were commenting on his images, I got a feeling that something had happened, something people weren't too keen to talk about openly. As the clock crept closer to midnight, another light went dark outside. I was wide awake as I got in bed that night. For the first time in years I slept with the lights on.

It was just too dark outside. As I drifted off to sleep, there was a sudden pounding on my front door. I jumped out of bed as the sound stopped. It was so strange. I started thinking I'd imagined it, so unexpected. I put on a t-shirt and crept closer to the front door. No one in sight But every light down the street

Had gone dark by now And there on the side I caught a glimpse of a pale light A lantern perhaps This I could buy my mind for a solid week I waited for the street lights to be replaced But no one ever came It was history repeating itself

I'd looked up as much as I could About Abbey and Dawson but I couldn't find any specifics about their passing. The only thing I found, which might be the weirdest thing about it, was that they had both died on their birthday. The same year they turned 31. That got me thinking, and I dug a bit into the case of her old neighbour. Turns out he was just 31 years old when his house was raided.

That just gave me the creeps, seeing as my 31st birthday was coming up. I started noticing things. The streetlights were just the first thing. There had been holes popping up in the front yards around the neighbourhood. When the garbage truck came round last Thursday, there were no garbage bags to pick up. They just collectively gone missing, causing much confusion. But the most telling thing, by far, was a solar-powered lantern I noticed hanging from a bird's tree across the street. Every night I anticipated a pounding on my front door.

I'd only heard it once, but once you start anticipating something, it is hard to relax. I'll be the first to admit I wasn't handling it well, and it felt silly to talk about. It was all just superstition and coincidence, right? Sometimes as I drift off to sleep, I get the feeling that someone was standing in my room, someone showing themselves just as my eyes closed. Sometimes I twist my head and spring my eyes open, hoping to see him. But he was never there. But as soon as I drifted off to sleep, I'd jolt back up again, expecting something to happen.

Last Sunday, something did happen. I'd been to dinner with a friend of mine when I got back home, only to see my entire front lawn covered in holes. A sturdy odd trouble was leaning against my front door. At first I was terrified, but it gave way to anger. I asked my neighbours about it, but no one had seen anything. Most had been out, working. I didn't want this to intimidate me. But it did.

It absolutely did. I just stand there, looking out my window, as if the holes in the yard would fill themselves in. There were more lanterns in the birch tree across the street. Some people had even started carrying them. And maybe I was imagining this, but I'd started seeing a few more stray cats than usual. And was that a blue sunflower grown next to my mailbox? That night I brushed my teeth before bed. There was another pounding at the front door.

This time I jumped to action. I brought my handgun with me and ran. I pulled the door over. only to see two faces, I barely recognized. Dawson and Abbey. They were my age, just standing there, holding one lantern each. In their other hand, they were holding some kind of fabric. It wasn't until much later that I realised it was their old Halloween costumes,

a white sheet, a homemade pirate hat. They just stared at me with these blank, expressionless eyes. They didn't blink. Dawson wasn't even looking directly at me. His head was sort of turned away. I didn't even notice I was aiming my handgun at them. And still, I couldn't put it down. Something in me was screaming at me that this was a threat.

I just couldn't tell how or why. Abby raised a lantern, giving me a better luck. She had this long scar across her neck. jagged, nasty thing. With a lantern, she brushed her head into place. It was slowly sliding off her shoulders. She'd been decapitated. I took a step back, forgetting how to breathe.

They were just standing there, illuminated by this pale light. For a few seconds, I just looked at them, trying to make heads or tails of what I was seeing. Then, they moved. Dawson was first. He stepped right on in, letting his head fall all the way off. It bounced of the stairs, leading up to my front door with a meaty smack. He left his old costume behind, dropping the lantern, and just came at me with his arms outstretched.

Abbey stayed behind him. I was a breath away from firing when something turned my whole world upside down. Someone tripped me, from behind. Someone who was already inside. He must have gotten in through the backyard. For a moment I just lay there looking up at the ceiling. I felt a foot pressing down on my hand as I dropped my pistol. A headless body came into view and the faint light of a solar lantern casts soft shadows over me.

There were so many hands and feet. I still have trouble recognizing how many there were. Your birthday is coming up. It's coming up, Abby weised. Get your affairs in order. She didn't move her lips. She didn't move her eyes. And, looking down at me, she had to use both hands to keep her head in place.

Inches from my neck, a shovel slammed into the creaky floorboards. Someone pulled a bag over my head. It smelled like candy. I heard footsteps as they just looked. left me there. I think there were three of them, all in all. It felt like that day when I'd hid under my bed as a kid, just waiting until it was all over. That was me again that night, just waiting long after it was over. It must have been over an hour before I dared to move. I just curled up into a fetal position and cried, all I have to prove that they were ever

here is a shovel. I've reported it as a home invasion and I'm taking time off of work, but there isn't much time. If the pattern holds up, something awful is going to happen to me, and I don't have the slightest idea how to handle it. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I keep dreaming I can't breathe, and I sometimes wake up with this immense pressure on my neck. I don't know if this is all just nonsense. what will happen. But just in case I go away and stop responding, I want there to be some kind of record of what I've seen. And if you know Lantern Street, and if you know me, please just try to do something, anything. For me, it is too late, but it might not be for others. I'm posting this not long before I turn 31. If I don't return, you know what has happened.

Look out for the broken streetlights, pay attention, maybe visit a priest. I'm just hoping I'm crazy. I pray that I am, but I don't think I am.