CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "The thing eating tourists in Bear Mountain State Park is NOT a bear" Creepypasta

Episode Date: December 5, 2020

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I'm here about the bear, I told the woman in the ranger station. She didn't react, her eyes, not even leaving the computer monitor she was working at. I was about to ask again, a bit louder, when she slowly turned a serval chair in my direction. She looked at me for the first time. You're here about the bear? She asked, looking unconvinced. Yeah, I said, I'm press. She perked up at that, sitting straight and nodding like if something's something she.

she had been expecting. Her demeanor became distinctly more professional. You're late, she said. Just wait there. They'll be with you in a second. I'm going to be honest. I work for one of those spooky tabloid sites. The name of it is something along the lines of The Dark Herald.

And my work mostly involves driving long distances in a terrible car to interview lunatics who claim to have seen the Mothman. Provided those lunatics have at least a tangential relationship to the New York City metropolitan area. I was sure that no one from my publication had been called ahead,

but I wasn't above profiling and misunderstanding. So I sat down in one of the cracked plastic chairs and waited. The walls of the waiting room were covered in posters. A colourful one told me what to do if I encountered a black bear. Another advertised Haitian Lake is a place where Franklin Roosevelt got polio. Another had a picture of a man in a baseball cap who had been missing for three months. I found the reason I was here, smiling out at me from a sheet, a freshly printed computer paper.

A young woman, Mary Santorelli, had vanished without a trace only a few weeks back. There had reportedly been a tagged bear in the area where she had last been seen, so I was meant to drive out, take some videos and ask questions exploring the bear attack angle. It wasn't a distinctly supernatural occurrence, but for a killer bear, the herald was apparently winning to Ben Geras. I didn't wait long before the door creaked open and two park rangers walked out, a man and a woman in matching uniforms with white-brimmed hats and forest green backpacks.

When they saw me, their faces lit up, and I felt a little bad. They probably thought I was from the times or something. They were definitely going to be disappointed. Welcome to Bear Mountain, the man said. I'm Luke, and I'm Amy, the woman finished. They laughed, stupid grins on both their faces. I shook their hands. Tom Mills, I introduced myself,

trying not to volunteer any unnecessary information. Amy gave me an assessing look. Oh, hon, she said, that's not going to be nearly warm enough once it gets dark out there. I looked down on my jeans and light coat and had to agree. In my defence, I previously had no plans to be out there at all,

especially not after it had gotten dark. I honestly just walked in to ask a couple questions. Sorry, I said, trying to come up with an excuse that wouldn't show my hand, but fell back on silence. It's no problem, Luke said, still smiling. We have plenty of extra gear you can go ahead and borrow. Just wait right there. He disappeared into the back again, and Amy started gathering up a stack of papers from the desk. I took some time to get some footage of the walls.

I had taken establishing shots of the station before coming inside, and the backdrop of missing persons flies would be given. great B-roll. My eyes trailed across the posters again, coming to rest on the face of Mary Santorelli. Sad, huh, Amy said, catching my gaze. I don't know how much I buy into this Bear Attack business. She said Bear Attack, like it was as unlikely as an alien abduction,

which was funny for a ranger who worked on Bear Mountain. A lot of folks just get lost out here. They come from the city thinking they don't need to know anything about the woods, and then, well, they find out they were wrong. The callous way she said it made me wonder if Amy wasn't the one attacking tourists. I asked her if she would mind repeating the statement on camera. She didn't.

My editor was going to love this. Luke returned shortly with a coat that looked suspiciously like something he'd found in the lost and found. This should do it, he said. Thanks, I said. I hope it isn't too much of a... It's no problem. He cut me off, joking. just make sure you get my good side.

They were being very nice, and it was making me uncomfortable. I had more than enough for what I came for, and this was my last chance to come clean, without the deception being obviously intentional. You guys know I'm from the Dark Herald, right? They looked at me, then at each other. The... what? Amy asked, as Luke said.

I thought you were from the post. I shook my head. trying to seem more apologetic than guilty. Oh, he frowned and looked at the clock. The reporter from the post was supposed to be here hours ago. He didn't seem angry. More let down. Amy patted his shoulder.

It's fine. You've gone this long without your 15 minutes. You'll survive a little more waiting, she said. I wanted to frame the story and give it to my grams. He lamented. But I bet they don't even do print. We can definitely do a print version. of this story, I said, trying to be helpful.

It doesn't get much circulation, but if you want, we can make you a fun page. The print news department of the Dark Herald was basically just one ancient printing press and a formatter named Gary. I was pretty sure he'd oblige. Luke was doubtful. Really? Yeah, I said, I couldn't even write something up. I grabbed a pen and a piece of notebook paper from the desk and wrote out,

All rights to the story of bear attacks on Bear Mountain are contingent on a picture of Luke... What's your last name? I asked. Jameson, Luke said. Are contingent on a picture of Luke Jameson and Amy? No, I don't want my picture on there, Amy interrupted. A picture of Luke Jameson and Amy being featured in the front cover of the print edition. Good? I asked.

He read over the words again carefully and nodded. I wrote, on behalf of the Dark Herald and sign my name at the bottom before I had. handing the paper to Luke. He wrote, on behalf of Luke Jameson, and signed his own name. I figured that would work. We were out in the car before I realized I had no idea where we were going. I informed them of this.

We're going to get the bear, Amy said. I must have looked as shocked as I felt, because she laughed. Don't worry, one of the traps was triggered up near where the attack supposedly happened, but Teddy's GPS is acting wacky, so it's probably not even. him we caught. Teddy, I asked. It's what she named the killer bear, Luke explained. You know how rare fatal black bear attacks are? She said to him, there have been way more disappearances this year than normal. You really think Teddy's killed over half a dozen people? There's definitely something else going on. Luke was silent at that, and it sunk in that I had

very abruptly become part of a bear hunt. I made sure to keep the camera rolling. What do you think it could be? asked Amy. She glanced back from the passenger side. Now, I can't be sure, she said, looking into the camera seriously. But I think the evidence points to a serial killer. No way, Luke scoffed. They would have found something by now if someone was up here killing people. Amy glared. Oh yeah, because it's much more reasonable to believe that they've been all devoured by bears. How many people have gone missing? I asked.

10 people just this year, she said, the most anyone's ever heard of. I felt a pit in my stomach. That was a lot of people. And they haven't found anything? She shook her head. Teddy must be damn hungry, because he isn't even leaving clothes behind. The rest of the drive passed in relative silence, down a narrow road that wound to the forest like it had been drawn by a six-year-old's crayon.

They explained. that while the trap wasn't even ten miles out, getting their truck there was a hassle. I didn't mind the drive. I got some shot to the trees out the window. It was getting late in the day, and the way the shadows played across the truck was almost sinister.

We were driving slow on something that could barely be called a road at all, when the vehicle jerked and started wobbling. Luke cursed. It felt like we'd just gotten a flat. He was trying to pull off the road when we saw it. Tangled in the plants a couple yards ahead of us was something I can only describe as a metal scrap heap.

Pieces of it were scattered across the road. One of them had probably been the thing to pop our tire. Oh my God. Oh damn, Luke said. He stopped the car, jumping out to get a better look. I followed with the camera. What is it? I asked. Whatever it was, it looked like it had been crushed like tinfoil.

It's the bear trap, Luke said, but it looks like whatever got caught in it wanted out real bad. I was surprised. Can bears normally break out of bear traps? He hesitated. It's not unheard of, he said. For polar bears? Amy exclaimed. No way a black bear could have done a thing like this. No way.

I started getting close-ups of the wreckage. It was incredible. In some places the metal sheets were squashed, torn apart like tissue paper. Oh, so what? Do we catch a serial killer that can go Hulk and break out of bear cages? I noticed something about the curvature of the metal. It looked like it had been punched in. Guys, I said, I don't think anything broke out of the cage.

It was hard to see in the dimming light and tall grass, but the ground around it was coated in something black. I think something got Teddy they stopped fighting to look at me like I was crazy but then something moved I can't describe the sound exactly

or maybe it wasn't even a sound but a vibration in the ground the instinctual sense that something very large and alive was nearby we all froze going silent maybe it was because there were park rangers and I had some experience with the supernatural

but nobody screamed no one cried out in disbelief. We all just coward. Our eyes snapping in the direction of the thing and back at each other with the animalistic dread of prey. We were ballet dancers, silently prancing backwards on the balls of our feet, gracefully moving as if our fear made the air syrupy thick. We all made it to the truck.

My hand was about to land at the door handle when Luke unlatched his own. The thing in the woods noticed, I couldn't see it. Not really. But as it stalked, the forest around us, I can make out its size. Leather than a bear, but several times bigger. The dance ended. The thing came at us as Luke started the engine.

It was definitely screaming then. Metal crunched as the tailgate was ripped clear off the truck. Go faster, Amy cried. Luke cursed. The tire's flat. I go any faster, this thing stops going at all. you go any slower, we're all dead, she yelled. She was messing around on a phone, I assume, trying to give reception.

The cab isn't going to keep that thing out, I said. How far can we make it? I couldn't see where it was, but I knew it wasn't gone. Amy was taking deep breaths. Not far enough to be useful, she said. There's a turn right here. It'll take us to doodle town. Doodle town?

I repeated. She had to be joking. It's just some old foundations, she cut off. Her voice almost a sob. But I can't think of anything else. There's reception there. We can call for help. Luke was very focused on driving the crippled truck, but declared,

We can make it to Doodle Town. Like his wheelpair alone could keep the tyres spinning. He made a hard left, I assumed, towards Doodle Town. Ahead of us, the forest exploded. The creature dove from the cover of the trees impossibly fast, landing hard enough that I could feel its weight. If we had continued straight, it would have been on top of us. I got a glimpse of sleek black fur and cold legs as it slunk back into the trees.

We all screamed again, plunging down the dirt road. I don't know how much time passed, before we blew past the doodle town sign, leaving a trail of chaos and the smell of burning rubber. I saw it moving. Stop, I screamed, lunging forward and grabbing the wheel. Luke hid the brakes and my panic twisting the wheel somehow led the back to drift forward. The creature sunk its claws in, appearing from nowhere and tearing the truck apart in a rage. I was weightless, pitched through the air, sea belt still attached like some kind of morbid carnival ride.

I landed almost ten feet away and barely registered how bad I messed up my arm. I'd like to say I ran back to help the others without I even considered doing so. But at this point, something else took over. something inside me that didn't care about anything other than survival. I bolted into the foundation graveyard that I guessed made up doodle town. I tripped through the overgrown stone buildings, listening for the sound of the creature behind me, trying desperately to find somewhere to hide. I found it behind a warning, structurally on sound sign at the opening of an old stone basement.

I dove down the steps, only then realizing I should call for help. I took out my phone and realized the problem. I was in a basement Then I thought about Amy and Luke for the first time And God did I feel awful I needed to do something I needed to see if they were still alive creeping back of the stairs

I stuck my head out past the sign And saw something horrible Amy was about 20 yards off Something sticking out of her side She was sitting against an old crumbling wall And the creature was on the other side I could hear the wet sounds of ripping flesh. It was eating.

She wouldn't last long. Hell, I probably wouldn't either. But I had reception. I called 911, but I don't know what they said because I muted the call. Doodle Town, I whispered as I crept away from the basement. Send help to Doodle Town. I muted it for just the second to make sure the person was on the line. Sir, can you hear me?

the voice said and I muted it again I'm Tom Mills I'm in Doodle Town in Bear Mountain Park with a park ranger named Amy and Luke Jameson he's dead I didn't listen to a response I hung up the phone and threw it as far as I could manage hoping that my auto box was worth it

I gripped towards Amy she was still sitting against the wall her face bloodless and her eyes glazed over there was an empty look on her face as she listened to it tearing pieces out of her partner. The thing sticking out of her side was a long piece of shrapnel. When she saw me, she opened a mouth like she was going to say something, but she cut off when I frantically held a finger to my lips. She seemed to pale even further. As quietly as I could, I whispered,

can I borrow your phone? She looked to me like she could barely process the request, but then nodded to the pocket of a jacket. I need you to get ready to move. I said. I can't, she gasped, looking at her legs. I'll help you, but you need to move, I said. She nodded, a hard look in her eye. I dialed my number, and from across the foundations,

the iPhone opening ringtone blared out, seeming as loud as a foghorn. The creature froze, bloody moor snapping shut, unable to completely hide the rows of his jagged teeth. It turned towards the ringing phone, slinging off to investigate. I hoisted Amy's arm around my shoulder, and together we hobbled towards the basement. Halfway there, almost.

The thing roared, an awful and strangely high-pitched noise, and when I looked towards it, I met its eye. It came at us then. It almost felt like body, no longer keeping up the pretense of stalking prey. This was an outright attack. Go, go, go! I chanted at the ridiculously slow Amy. Jesus, how's she was so damn slow?

We got into the basement just as the creature reached us. Its claws came in first, grasping at us and clattering together like bones. It retracted, then began to ram its body through the opening. Again and again, the building began to rumble with a sound of shifting stone. I thought that was it. I was about to die in a hole in the ground in a place called Doodle Town. I would never find proof of the church. Jersey devil, I would never see Mothman.

The building collapsed. The last thing I remember was the look on Amy's face. Then, darkness. I came too to the sound of frantic yelling and flashing lights. I was dazed. Something was lifting me from beneath the stone.

I was on a stretcher. I glanced towards the basement and saw it was completely destroyed. Someone else, I said to the floating heads above me. Amy, They seemed to understand. The next time I woke up, it was to the steady beat of a heart monitor.

Still, a little panicked, I tried to sit up, which started off a louder alarm that made me a little more panicked. A nurse rushed in, saying stuff in a nice nurse voice, and eventually I calmed down enough to ask what the hell was going on. You have to understand that it took some time for all these memories to come back. At first, it was just flashes of primal terror and falling wrong. rocks. You were in an accident, she explained. The way the night was explained to me went like this. I went out in a truck and somehow the driver lost control of the vehicle, then took shelter

in the basement to await help, only to become trapped and sustain a traumatic brain injury when a minor localized earthquake caused the structure to collapse. What? I said. The nurse shrugged, up to my drugs and left. The next time I woke up, Amy was there. She was sitting in a wheelchair, looking terrible. When she saw that I was awake, she wheeled towards me. You need to tell them what happened, she yelled too loud. They think I'm crazy. You need to tell them about the monster.

I was stunned, too high to comprehend exactly what she was saying. At this point, her yelling attracted the attention of a nurse, who, when she walked in on Amy waving her hand in my face and snapping, promptly wheeled her out of the room. I didn't see Amy again, not for a long time. When I called my work, they were more disappointed that I lost my camera, then worried about my absence and hospitalisation. Just hurry back, they said.

Some guy in great kills saw a cracken. The memories returned slowly, but all I can say is this. Whatever got those tourists, it wasn't natural. And, with the amount of cryptic sightings that have been rolling into one newsroom, maybe now isn't a great time to go camping.