CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "The Soundless Lady" Creepypasta

Starting point is 00:00:00 My aunt Rachel practically raised me. After a lengthy battle with terminal illness, she passed last year, leaving what little she had left after the hospital bills were paid. I was to take care of a cockatow parrot, tugboat, and a collection of 50s cartoon-themed collective plates. Basically, the only two items that couldn't be easily sold at an auction. If you saw the plates, you'd see why. right creepy things. One in particular, a plate portraying a young cartoon girl feeding

Starting point is 00:00:34 apples to a giant frog. It's like the whole thing was made by two different people. The girl looked positively Disney while the frog was more. I don't know, I'm comfortably unrealistic. It was such an odd item that there had to be a collector looking for it somewhere. I was sure of it. Yet for weeks, I couldn't find anyone even remotely interested. I posted pictures of the plate on pretty much every social media account I had, along with a few auction sales, but there were no takers. There were no markings or stamps indicating gear or brand, unlike the other plates, and I was starting to think it was custom-made. I couldn't stand looking at it, so I put it in a box in the garage. The others went up on

Starting point is 00:01:23 my kitchen wall. My aunt would have wanted it that way. I live in a house not too far from the lake on the outskirts of a small Minnesota town There are a few houses in the nearby area But I couldn't even hit the closest neighbor's yard with a rock if I tried There's only a single streetlight that works outside And that thing is flimsier than our summer weather I rarely have any visitors

Starting point is 00:01:47 As this place can be a bit too out of the way Even for my friends to come by I inherited this place from my mom Who passed away when I was younger I'm one of the lucky house owners of my generation, but at what cost. My aunt's bird, tugboat, fit right in. It was easy for me to fix him in a big cage in one of the back rooms. When you're living on your own in a place like this, you got more space than you know what to do with.

Starting point is 00:02:17 My aunt's funeral was simple. She'd insisted she paid for it herself, so it had to be as basic and cheap as can be. She hated the thought of it. ever being a burden, and she practically begged me to take care of tugboat. You don't say no to that. You just don't. Besides, that bird was damn near the only thing that kept me saying through the COVID pandemic. Having lived in an empty house, you learned to identify most sounds around the property. The hum of the fuse box, the buzzing kitchen lights, the noise from the fridge against the backdrop of a TV that's been way too long without anyone watching. This was the only reason I ever really

Starting point is 00:02:55 took notice that one night, when this all started, I was turning on my electric toothbrush one night, only didn't notice it was completely silent. The motor was running and felt the vibrations. I saw it spin. But there were no sounds, not a peep. Yet, I could still hear the TV in the other room just fine. Over the next few days, there were several of these odd instances. Once the egg timer went off, but didn't make a sound, causing me to overboil my breakfast. I thought the ventilation was broken once, but it turned out to have just gone quiet. Hell, at one point, I dropped one of my aunt's collective plates.

Starting point is 00:03:40 It shattered against the ceramic tiles, yet didn't make any noise. I was starting to think I was going deaf, but the two doctors I spoke to confirmed my hearing was just fine. Still, the mental image of seeing that falling plate and expecting a loud crash only for it to remain silent. There was something eerie to it. A friend of mine, Patrick, works for the sheriff's department.

Starting point is 00:04:08 We usually had lunch once a week to catch up, but that tradition teetered off during the pandemic. This time, I met him at the supermarket, but barely even noticed him. I had been having trouble sleeping and getting to work on time, as my alarm clock sometimes stays silent for no apparent reason. my boss wasn't too happy, so I had to start using a vibration alarm. Patrick Elber bumped me in the fruit aisle, snapping me out of my thoughts. Hey there, he said, grabbing a handful of oranges.

Starting point is 00:04:40 You're doing okay? Yeah, sorry, I didn't see you there. These are crazy times, he said. I heard about Rachel. I'm sorry I couldn't make the funeral. That's okay, I nodded. she never was much for men in uniform Patrick laughed

Starting point is 00:04:59 We went our separate ways and finished our shopping Only to meet in the parking lot outside We'd manage to park next to each other Without even realising it He leaned against the hood of his car Hey, have he sent any strangers around After this year you all seem like strangers You know what I mean, he chuckled

Starting point is 00:05:20 Strangers, pass-bys No, sorry, I don't get out much. Some of your neighbours have had problems, you know. Be careful. Problems? He looked at me, like a deer in headlights. You don't know? Apparently, there had been reports of a theft.

Starting point is 00:05:44 First, they thought it was raccoons, but someone had gone through the trash cans, but raccoons don't try to pick locks. They also don't leave food behind or human-sized handprints on the windows. Some people have reported seeing a woman with tangled hair roam about, but the police hadn't managed to find her. This is what made me start looking more closely at my own property. I had noticed the garbage candle had gone missing, but I hadn't given it much thought.

Starting point is 00:06:13 Also, I could have sworn there were handprints in my car one due morning. I tried to tell myself that it was all paranoia, but after what Patrick said, it seemed that everything was a clue, or a warning. In my mind, the strange woman was lurking behind every corner. I tried to put it out of my mind. One night, as I heard tugboat sing his interpretation of Earthwind and Fire September, I took an extra long shower. As I was scrubbing my hair clean, my head went quiet.

Starting point is 00:06:45 I could feel the water touch on my skin, but it made no sound. Through the door, I could still hear the bird singing his heart out. You'd be surprised how cold warm water can feel when you've got ice in your veins. I rinsed off most of the shampoo and stepped out. There's a small, frosted glass window in my bathroom. The silhouette of a pale face was pressed against it. I screamed, but no sound came out. Tugbo kept singing in the other room, unaware.

Starting point is 00:07:22 I grabbed my robe and ran into the kitchen to call Patrick, but I couldn't hear anyone pick up on the other end of the line. I couldn't hear my own words when I spoke, and there, just outside the kitchen window, was a silhouette of an intruder trying to find their way in. A pair of unevenly sized eyes stared at me, slightly too far apart. As our eyes met, she bolted, probably heading for the back door.

Starting point is 00:07:49 I picked up my keychain. Dougboat stopped singing from the other room as he sensed something was wrong. As my hearing returned, I could hear the comforting sound of a sharp metal from my kitchen knife as I pulled it from a drawer. My pulse was running away from me. It was one thing to think of a home invasion, but to live it violates every thought of privacy and safety you have. It was turning real, fast. There was a large sliding glass door leading out to the backyard, and I figured if there ever came an intruder, it'd be through there.

Starting point is 00:08:24 The same room where tugboat chirped away. But now he'd gone quiet. I ran in there, still fresh out of the shower. My knife held in a cramped, forced grip. I almost convinced myself that I was ready to use it. There she was, just outside the door. Pale with unkempt hair, eyes of different sizes, slightly too far apart, dressed and weren't looked like a hospital gown.

Starting point is 00:08:52 She was malnourished and frail, but something told me she had the strength of a madwoman. Her eyes darted back and forth. forth, searching for something. As they landed on me, she opened a wide mouth to scream. Not a sound came out. As a mouth grew to an unnatural size, I could feel vibrations in the air,

Starting point is 00:09:13 like standing next to a concert loudspeaker. The sliding glass door shattered, the shards fanning out towards me. The knife in my hand started shaking, but I managed to hold it. She stepped inside, her bare feet smearing ribbons of blood on the hardwood floor. She was coming for me,

Starting point is 00:09:33 a constant vibration from an unnatural scream tearing through my body. I had to try to call for help and sprinted back into the kitchen. The light bulbs burst overhead, turning the room black. Still, not a single noise. A stray light from the streets outside made its way through the kitchen window, making the room drip with long, pale shadows. my aunt's collective plates rattled on the wall. Glasses along the kitchen sink were cracking and breaking.

Starting point is 00:10:04 Empty bottles spilled onto the floor. Coming a door is shaking back and forth, opening seemingly at random. An old recipe book fell from a countertop, the page is flicking back and forth. I pressed myself against the kitchen window, fumbling to get it open. She cornered me. Her mouth was wide open in that impossible scream. her body vibrating with machine-like intensity. The tangled head twisting and stretching,

Starting point is 00:10:32 as if thrown about in a storm of its own, or in even eyes searching for me, twitching like insects. And still, she didn't make a single sound. There was no humming fans, no buzzing electricity, only a soft breeze outside the window. I couldn't even hear my heartbeat. I managed to stumble out of the kitchen window, stepping onto the sharp gravel path.

Starting point is 00:11:00 I still held under my knife like a comfort blanket. I didn't even bother to see if she followed me. I just ran. There was no time to get in the car. I ran into the woods, following a trail that would lead me to my neighbour. Soon, the rhythmic beat of my feet went quiet, my breath too. I tried to scream for help, but the sound was swallowed. She was right behind me.

Starting point is 00:11:25 Long nails reached for me. fingertips touching the edge of my robe, and, all around me, nothing but tranquil nature, unbothered by my terror. I was knocked to the ground, scraping my legs against the undergrowth. I slashed with my knife, trying to fight her, as a dainty hand picked my keys from the side pocket of my robe. I rolled away, only to see the mess of tangled hair walk away. Her uneven eyes gave me a last look, as she turned her back to me. She looked right through me

Starting point is 00:11:57 Without a care in the world I got to my neighbour My dirty feet muddied their floor And by the time the police came It felt like a walking nightmare I made my statement Showered for the second time that night And slept at a nearby motel

Starting point is 00:12:14 As the police cleared my house The next day I assessed the damage The house had been searched thoroughly But nothing was stolen Not too much was broken either seems she was looking for something specific, not trying to steal any valuables. The police were just as dumbfounded as I was,

Starting point is 00:12:36 and I didn't report anything stolen. My insurance company would need an explanation, though. It was hard to explain why it looked like the house had been hit by a tornado from the inside without sounding insane. All the collective plates lay shattered on the floor. Poor tugboat was so traumatized, he since stopped singing. Going through the damages was heartbreaking, but it made me take notice.

Starting point is 00:13:03 I have something peculiar. The garage had been searched as well. It was pretty much fine though, at least compared to the house. Among my boxes, I noticed a single item missing. The creepy plate I'd put aside from my aunt, the only one I didn't want in the house. The one with the young cartoon girl feeding the giant frog. It was gone. I guess I found the single collector who wanted it.

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "The Soundless Lady" Creepypasta

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