CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "There is a terrible reason why the Abernathy’s corn grows so tall" Creepypasta

Episode Date: August 19, 2021

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Just like Kim, just like, Mauder man, oh, wait just even, have he now Mauder on? Oh yeah, allene Mauder. DROGBLYV? Find what you need to have on amazon.com.com. Growing up, I never questioned the strange corn the Abanathi family grew. Every year, it was far taller than any other

field anyone had ever seen. The local town folk tried to get the Abinathie family to spill the trick to getting an insane harvest year after year. After a while, the abanathis stopped going into town. Rumor said it was because the entire family was in poor health for some reason. When one was spotted, they looked sickly and thin. The only member of the family anyone ever saw was Jude. He was a tall, friendly man who always could spare some change or treats for children.

My mother Tommy Jude was distantly willing. He was sometimes by to time to see how to help a family was doing. I grew up in less than a thousand people the house is old and on the verge of falling over. There was nothing for a kid to do on summer break aside from fishing and swimming in the creek.

I was so bored near the end of summer the field was about ready to be harvested in a few short weeks and I would be back in school. I was desperate for anything to do when Jude's truck came down the drive to a small, worn-out house. Mar and Paran aren't here. They're at aunt's place, I told Jude when he started to get out of the truck. I tried my best to ditch my accent my entire life. I wanted to move away when I was old enough and thought the accent might have people in the city looked down on me. Still, some words I stuck to using. It felt disrespectful calling my parents anything but mar and pa.

Oh, that's all right. I was coming down to ask you for help. Trigger gone off and got lost in the field again. He's always liked you. Can you help me get him out there? Jude asked me after I approached this truck. Trigger was an old mutt that I loved. I couldn't have a dog because my ma was allergic. But she let me play as much as much as I wanted outside and made me wash my own clothes, so she wouldn't go into any sneezing fits. He was a good dog.

But up there in years. Being half blind meant he might be trapped inside the cornfield forever if someone didn't help him out. Yeah, sure. I got nothing else to do. I nodded and climbed inside the other side of the truck. Jude brought along

chocolate bars the chair. They half-melted in the sun, but to a kid, they tasted just fine. The roads haven't been repaired for years, so we bumped along to the old Abernathy place. Pulling up the long dirt driveway, I saw an older woman sitting on the porch. She didn't even look over at us. I know I should respect my elders, but she gave me the jitters, just staring off into space like that. For a while, we called for Trigger. outside the field, while that old woman sat so very still, not looking at us. She might as well be deaf

if she didn't react to the ruckus we made. I think we got to go inside and get him, Jude finally said. I agreed. We couldn't get lost if we stuck to the rose in the corn. After all, you just need to walk in one direction long enough, and you'll get out of the field eventually. I let Jude lead the way, showing me where he thought he'd seen trigger earlier. The corn was so tall. I strayed my neck trying to see the top when we started to walk along the rows. I knew I was short, but even a fully grown man will be dwarfed by this corn. Since I grew up this field, always being so tall, I'd never thought anything was strange

about it until I went inside. Taking a few steps in, I noticed how cool it felt compared to the outside of the stalks. I didn't hear any bugs chirping or anything, aside from Jude walking from me. Sometimes we tried calling for trigger again, we're looking to see if he left any tracks for us to follow. I kept walking, calling out every once in a while. We'd gotten pretty far inside the field. When I heard a noise, I froze trying to listen for the sound again.

I thought it was rustling somewhere just beyond my line of sight. Did you hear something? I asked, Staring off, Jude stopped, for a while. When the sound didn't come again, he shook his head. It must have just been the wind. How old are you going to be this year, Ty? Jude asked me after a few minutes of walking again. Thirteen, I entered back without a thought of why he was asking.

Jude sometimes asked questions for the sake of time. talking. That's a good age. You know, back in the day, you would have been an adult by now. You sure have grown a lot in the past few years, going to be as tall as me soon, and nodded, not really listening or paying any attention of where we were going. For a nearly blind and old as dirt dog, Trigger sure did cover some ground. Shouldn't we try and head back? Get some food for him to smell and lure him out, I suggested. In a few minutes, there is some of the same. something pretty cool coming up. I wanted to show at you for a while now. Warning bells in my head faintly went off, but I dismissed them.

This was Jude after all. I've known him for my entire life. My parents trusted him and he'd helped us out a lot in the past. You know, I got triggered for you. I heard you wanted a dog, so I adopted him from the old Kelly farm. He had gotten too old to be a good farm dog and I stopped them from just dumping him off on the side of the road. thought, you might spend more something about this felt off. I didn't know the name of the feeling in my stomach. I pushed it down, reminding myself that this was Jude after all, the man

who saw me grow up and a distant relative. Nothing was wrong and I was just a little freaked out being in the weird cornfield the whole town spoke about. Jude paused to turn to me, his cold blue eyes looking over to make sure I was still following. He held out his hand like he had done a thousand times before, and like all the other times,

I reached out to take it without a second thought. We walked a few steps forward to a clearing inside the corn. Seeing an empty space made me realize just how tall the stalks really were. It wasn't natural how high they reached. In the middle of the circle clearing was a chair, a single wooden chair just sitting in front of us, empty. My stomach turned again and I realised that I realised that was the one who led me to this place. I looked up at him, expecting an answer. He didn't even meet my gaze.

I wish we had more time together, you know. I thought of you as my own little brother. But there isn't anyone else who can get on short notice and they have been squawking for something to eat. His tone was serious. and I let out my hands started to sweat. I let's out a small, convinced, convinced, a sort of prank. What else would it be? Jude, this isn't funny. Let's go back. I begged and started to try and take my hand away. He gripped so tightly I couldn't take my hand back. I soon started to panic. Digging my feet into the soft dirt, I used all my way to pull back

to get nowhere. For some reason, they want us to the ones we bring over here. The last time we brought someone into the field for them, they didn't say what it was all about. They made the worst kind of ruckus for months. What are you even talking about? My voice was shrill from fear. There are things in the corn. We don't know what they are yet.

Only the Abernathy family can give them permission to eat once blood has been spilled. My theory is, the corn is. is like a hatching ground for them. That's why it's so tall. It keeps them hidden from prying eyes. They appear right as the corn is tall enough to keep them hidden and leave when we need to harvest. We get a plentiful yield every year. At the cost of feeding them. I was still struggling and my wrist felt like I was going to break it from pulling on it so hard. My entire body felt cold. This man wasn't the dude I've known my entire life.

I didn't know who he was. The person I grew up knowing was a mask that fooled everyone around him. Please, let me go home. I croaked, hot tears starting to fall. He finally looked down at me, a half smile on his face. My entire body froze up and I was seconds away from getting sick. The look on his face was as if he was staring down at three-course meal after starving for days. It was a look

had ever given me before, and one I never again. Before they come for you, how about you spend some time with me? He asked, still with that awful smile on his face. Being a child, I didn't understand what he could have planned. All I knew is always terrified. I thought back of school, trying to think of any advice teachers gave me to deal with a situation like this. They said if a strange men approached you to run and get an adult, screaming, and I couldn't free. Not wanting any of what he was going to do, and let myself turn completely feral. I screamed

and thrashed trying to get away. Jude looked confused, and he reached a hand towards me to hold me still. I snapped at him, the first time. The second time, my teeth sank into flesh. My screams muffled, but his rang out through the field. He shook trying to get me off. I knew when he did, he might hurt me. I kept my mouth clamped down hard as I tried kicking at his shins. I'll admit I didn't have a plan beyond doing as much damage as I could, then running. Giving up and trying to pry me off, he gave me a sharp smack, trying to release his bleeding hand. My head was swimming and I was dizzy. Any second now, he would start hitting harder and I needed to decide whether to let go and run or not.

My rescue came in the form of something. I never expected. Trigger came bolting out from the other side of the clearing, barking his head off. He jumped at Jude and lured. latched onto his leg. Now he had me biting his hand and trigger thrashing and ripping his pants. The old dog had never even barked before. He liked Jude and I never imagined he would attack him, or anyone for that matter. I was beyond thankful. With some regret, I let go, tasting blood in my mouth. Turning on my heels, I ran down to where we had come from as fast as my legs would carry me.

I didn't want to leave Trigger behind, but I had to have to be. had no choice. I hoped it would be safe until I could come back with some help. Running through the corne, the stalks slapped my face. I could hear Jude screaming and cursing up a storm behind me. He used words I'd never heard before, and if my mother was there, she would beat him down for such language in front of a child. My chest strained against my fast pace. I didn't understand it. We hadn't really walked that far. I should be seeing a way out by

now. I covered a lot of ground, and yet I didn't see where the corn stopped. Suddenly, and I tripped falling hard. Panting, I sat up, and my body tinsed when I heard something close by walking around. I tried being as silent as I could, hoping I wouldn't be seen through the storks. When a wet, cold feeling bumped against my back, I was too scared to even scream. My heart beat frantically when a flood of relief came searching through my body. Trigger found me, somehow getting away from Jude without any injuries. I pressed my face into his fur, giving silent thanks for him saving me. Slowly trying my very best not to make any noise, I started along through the massive storks, fully aware of every sound around me. Trigger stayed matching my pace and I kept a hand on his back so he knew I was still there and not going to leave him.

Aside from being scared, I was so angry. The entire time, for what? Was there really things in the corn wanting blood? Was Jude just crazy? I wanted answers, but I mostly wanted to get the hell out of there to find an adult I could trust to take Jude in. As the time passed, I sweated through my shirt and fear. I was getting closer

a clucking sound. A clucking sound. I didn't think the epanathy family kept chickens. I still went closer to the sounds, hoping it led to the way out. Keeping walking forwards, I only saw more corn.

Trigger stopped us. The hair on his back stood and he grew tense. A very low growl came from him and I frantically started to look around seeing if Jude found us. That's when I saw it. Something I'm not entirely certain of what it was to this day. Jude wasn't lying. There was something in the corn. The thing was massive, somewhat hidden in the stalks.

It was a dark red. So dark, it was nearly black. I darted a few feet away from me, back further into the field. At first I didn't think I'd seen anything The stress was getting to me I was just imagining things Until I looked over my shoulder behind me And then looked up Staring down at me Was a pair of red eyes

belonging to the biggest bird I've ever seen And yet it wasn't a bird A sharp, powerful beak looked As if it could crack bones It was bird shaped But birds simply were not that big It wasn't as tall as the corn, but it still was nearly triple my height. It was the same deep red colour as the one I'd briefly seen.

The sunlight reflected off his feathers, giving them an oily shine. I swallowed, trying to wet my dry throat. The thing moved its head around, looking at me. I was too scared to even move. Finally, it raised its head towards the sky and opened his beak, letting out a deafening screech that sounded like a horrible mixture between a geese.

Soon, the same sound joined it, coming from all sides around me. There wasn't just one of these creatures. And Jude did say they were hungry. To make my look so much worse, he found us. I stood, shaking,

looking up at the massive bird creature when movement caught my eye. I saw him limping towards me. He was injured, but all hopes still left me. I couldn't escape him, there you are. You really shouldn't have run. Now that they found you, all I got to do is say the word. You just needed to stay in the clearing with me.

I would have needed to feed you to them at some point, but at least you could have lived for a few hours. Even being surrounded by monsters, Trigger was brave enough to growl. got some of my strength back. I glared at him, hated him for planning on feeding me to these birds. Looking at his bloody hand, I wondered if I could outrun him injured. I couldn't outrun these bird creatures if he decided not to chase after me and told them how it was fair game. Then an idea came to me. I looked up again at the massive dark creature. He met my eyes, both of us thinking the same thing. Jude said that only his family could tell these

creatures to eat, and we were related in some way. It was worth trying. You can have him, I told the creature, looking over at Jude with hate in my eyes. His face grew pale. He took a few steps away from me, realising what I'd just done. Shaking his head, it was his turn to be too frightened to speak. He raised a hand in front of himself, as if it could protect him for what was going to happen. Slowly, more and more of those creatures came. Despite the size, they moved silently through the field. Jude was surrounded and none of them were looking in my direction. The moment before this massive creatures bolted forwards to claim the meal,

I turned away, unable to watch. I heard the sounds, though. He screamed for a few seconds. Then, a goggling sound, before horribly ripping and crunching. As I kept walking, those monsters squawked to all the other. I found my way out. I was not going to risk asking for help by the house, so I walked a few miles back into town. My parents discovered I was missing at that point, and most of the small population was looking

for me. I was returned to my parents with Trigger coming with me, mine frozen in shock. I didn't even speak to tell them what happened for a few hours. When it did all come out, it came in heavy sobs. My parents were unable to make sense of what I was saying through the tears, besides, Jude took me to the cornfield, and he was dead. For a few years, I was never able to tell them the full story. After all, who would believe me?

I fully planned on moving away the moment I could from that horrible small town. A year before I moved, so I would. Someone else must have figured out what the family was doing. I never heard of any deaths of missing people, but the corn still grew tall every year. That family was still feeding those creatures and I couldn't do anything. No one knew who it was, but someone set fire to the field. The blaze ripped through the corn, burning everything to the ground. Other farmers had their property untouched. The fire only remained on the Abanathis land. I was so glad to see it Then,

I left, I looked at the property corn plants and healthy from the ground as if there never was any fire damage to the soil a year before I wanted to do something

but the large family that once owned the largest crop of corn was failing each year members died peacefully in their sleep or went missing. Someday soon, they would not remain, and I very much hoped, the unnatural corn went with them.