CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "There was a tapping at the window" Creepypasta

Episode Date: June 16, 2020

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It was about one in the morning when I got a phone call for my son. He sighed loudly and picked up the landline. My son was a bit of an asshole, in a kid way. He liked a tease and make fun of me, but I understood. I also understood his college antics as well. It's not like I was the most well-behaved person in my college. Hello, Jack, I said, as warmly as I possibly could. His line sounded busy.

It seemed like he was in a crowded area or a party. It made sense. I heard that college parties lasted for days. Dad? He shouted. I didn't expect him to be so loud, and I jumped at the volume of his voice. Dad, where are you?

He yelled. He was slurring his words and didn't seem to realize that he was shouting. At home? I replied. My daughter, dog, bear, woke up at the sound of my voice. I heard the clicking over pause come down the hallway from my bedroom to the kitchen.

Jack, is there something wrong? Didn't you hear? My friend said there's a big thunderstorm coming tonight, he exclaimed. Dad, you literally only have a dog. What if you die? I smiled to myself. And least he cared about his family. He was sweet in that sort of way.

Are you drunk? I asked, laughing softly. Bear licked my hand as he trotted over to a water bowl. Yeah, kind of. He replied, seemingly embarrassed. Get one of your friends to drive you back to the dorms. It's late. I said, yawning in the middle of my sentence.

Huh? Jack asked, and before I could answer, he screamed a goodbye and hung up. I chuckled again, and Bear looked at me. I sometimes wished I was a dog like her. She didn't have to deal with hammered stepchildren on the phone. I watched as she stretched and walked around before I saw her go to the sliding glass door. She whined a little bit, and I sighed. I was already awake, so it would be fine for her to romp around in the backyard for a little bit.

She was an energetic dog to begin with. I unlocked the door and slid it open, and she immediately burst into the backyard. I had a pretty large backyard, mostly because I lived in a pretty secluded house. There were just bare fields for miles around here. Bear did a usual thing running around, sniffing the ground, before she started barking, loudly.

It wasn't her playful barks, but a much more aggressive one. I tried to ignore it. Maybe she saw a squirrel or something. I heard a small clap of thunder and bear barked even louder. Huh? I said with a small note of amusement. Jack was right. I probably stood there for another few seconds when I felt a few water droplets land on my head. Here it was. It was best for me and Bear to just head inside. I called Bear back, but she didn't move a muscle.

instead she was sniffing something on the ground. Odd, I thought. Bear was a ferociously obedient dog. She knew what command I was giving, even before I gave it. I stepped off the deck and walked over to where she was, to possibly see what was distracting her so much. Bear, what? I cut myself off when I saw what bear was sniffing at.

It was a baby bird, dead on the ground. I grimaced at the sight, but tugged at Bear's collar to make a move away. I felt the tension in her body when I touched her, and a low growl was starting in the bottom of her throat. Bear, let's go, I said, louder than my usual voice. She was not going to make me stay out here and get soaked in the rain. Bear finally looked at me, her ears perking up, and she seemed to have snapped out of a stupor. She ran over to the deck and bolted inside the house I didn't want to pick up the bird

But I covered it with a nearby leaf Just in respect I began to walk towards the house When I saw something fall right in front of me Two feet away Curious and a bit nervous I took a closer look and saw That it was another bird

Dead I nudged it around with my shoe but it didn't move. It was very dead. Did it die on impact? I couldn't tell, but I was creeped out. I picked at my pace

and jogged to the deck, shutting the sliding glass door when I got inside the house. Bear was waiting for me, as happy as day. Suddenly, a thud. Something hit the sliding glass door. I glanced outside

and saw the body of a body of a bird. bird on the outside of the door. Bear began to growl again, but I rubbed her head to quiet it down. I was wondering whether to open the door and take a look at the thing when I heard another thud. Again, it was a bird. Was this the storm Jack was talking about? I waited for a few seconds, a stiller stone, when a crow crashed into the door again.

Blood was splattered at each spot the birds crashed into, and the the drops slowly flowed down the glass. I quickly dialed Jack's number. I got his voicemail, so I called again. He wasn't picking up. I looked at the window again, and I jumped when another animal crashed into the door.

This one was huge. I looked at the ground where it fell. It was a hawk. There were now cracks in the glass. Bear? Come on. I said gently, trying to urge her to follow me. I wanted to just stay in my bedroom till this passed or call animal control or something.

Bear followed me, but her ears were set back. She was frightened. I grabbed my phone book and headed to the bedroom, Bear in tow. Bang! This one was louder than any bird. I froze and put Bear and the phone in my bedroom and quietly water. I walked over to where the sound came from, the front door. I carefully glanced out the side window by the door,

and to my horror, I saw a deer. The deer, it was a female, and it was smashing its head against the door. I could only see the whites of its eyes as the deer pommeled its skull against my house. With the little light I had, I saw blood trickling down its head. It didn't even seem to care that it was crushing its brain. It kept on pounding against my door again and again. It didn't make a sound, or nothing that I heard of. After three minutes, it began to slow down, and the pounding got quieter.

I caught sight of a male deer coming up to the door. It was stumbling and walking awkwardly, as if it didn't have control over its own body. The rain was a heavy downpour. The lightning struck at the exact moment to see the buck's eyes were slivers of white as well. A crash came from the back sliding glass door. The house was small enough for me to see what happened quickly. A hawk. Glass stuck in its body, flopped on the kitchen floor, blood smearing with every movement.

It seemed to have deadly interest in me. Even if it had shards of glass in its skull, It crawled to me. Its eyes rolled to the back of its head as it attempted to bite me. I jumped back and it let out the most horrendous screech I ever heard in my life. It stopped moving after it screamed and blood began to pull quickly around its body. I glanced at the broken door and saw more birds flying towards it, calling that same blood-curdling shriek.

My heart was pounding so loud. that I couldn't hear anything else. I just ran to my bedroom and locked the door. Bear was hiding under the bed, pouring at her head, as if she had an itch. I tried to reach for her, but she snarled at me, and I instinctively flinched. She seemed to have trouble hearing, and she was shaking her head repeatedly. Bear wasn't like this. I didn't understand what was even happening.

With all the animals, with bear, I just crawled over to the connected bathroom and locked myself inside. I feel awful now, abandoning my dog like that, but... I don't know. She really didn't want to move, and I couldn't get her out from under the bed. I just hid in the bathroom, the lights blaring against my eyes. I didn't know what the hell was happening, but I heard more crashes and more things breaking in the house. There was a small window in the bathroom and I decided to take a peek outside. Birds were flying towards my house along with another line of animals from the darkness of my backyard.

Then something else caught my eye. It was lagging behind the birds. I couldn't make out exactly what it was till it got closer. It was coming for the window I was looking out of. It was slow and its movements were sluggish and unstable. I realized it had a humanoid appearance. It was standing on two legs and seemed to have two arms. The skin seemed to be pulled back and I could see the thing's gums as clear as day.

Its mouth was gaping open and I could see a row of human-like teeth, except they were all yellow, black and chipped. If I could make a guess, it seemed to be able to be able to be. be eight feet tall and as slim as a stick. It was heading for me, and I remembered that the lights in the bathroom were on. I let out a slew of curses and ran to switch off the bathroom light. I hid in the corner where it couldn't see me, and I trembled with fear. Its footsteps were heavy. I could feel the vibrations of its tread from the ground. After a few seconds, the steps stopped, and I nearly let out a sigh of relief

before a tapping was heard at the window. I didn't dare look up, but I heard heavy breathing and it scratched at the window. Hello? The voice was deep, gravely and terrifying. My breath caught in my throat. I'm...

I want something to eat. It whined. It had the tone of an impatient child. I prayed to every God I knew that the thing would just leave me alone or that I was dreaming.

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, is someone here? It groaned, holding out his words with despair. I can't take it any more. I'm starving. I curled myself up tighter into a ball.

I could nearly feel the tears falling from my eyes. I just wanted this to be over. I just wanted this thing to leave me alone. I didn't make a single sound. I didn't make a squeak. You're... You're so tasty. It clawed at the window.

It didn't bother breaking the glass. I just heard its nails drag up and down, up and down. I covered my mouth with my hand so it couldn't hear my breathing. After ten seconds, I heard it fiddling with the frame of the window, as if it was trying to find a lock to open it. Nobody else can have you. Nobody else saw you. Only me.

The thing said. His tone getting more excited, as it continued to mess with the window, a crack. It broke a piece of the frame. It let out a groan. It sounded like it was in total glee. The thing started to knock on the glass, the pounding growing louder and louder.

Oh God, the thing was going to find me. I felt a few tears fall down my cheeks. I still refused to make a single sound as the window began to seem like it was more and more likely to break. Your doors were so hard to open. This is better. Hopefully, I don't have to search your house for long. It still didn't know where I was.

It still couldn't hear me. Suddenly, Bear started barking and scratching the outside of the bathroom door. I held in the will to scream at my dog to shut up, but it was too late. That thing heard it Oh it murmured It sounded disappointed to hear bear

Only a dog The pounding and the scratching stopped from the window But bear continued to bark He's not home Where is he The thing said in a slightly irritated tone I can't no one sees him

I can't see him I didn't even take a breath in the next minute as the thing stayed there motionless a shame footsteps began to recede and bear stopped barking I couldn't hear anything except my heart pounding so unbelievably loud

I stayed in that bathroom for the entire night not moving from that corner I eventually fell asleep a few hours later. When I woke up, I carefully unlocked the bathroom door and peeked outside. Bear was asleep by my bed, but she woke up when she saw me. Her tail wagged and she ran over to me to greet me. I haphazily petted her head for a second before stumbling to the bedroom door. And, looking outside, I expected a mess, with all the crashing.

and clashing that I heard in the bathroom. But everything was fine. Bear was following me, but raced to the glass doors, basking in the sunlight that shone through. It wasn't broken like I saw it. It looked the same as normal.

There weren't any dead birds, there wasn't a hawk, and there weren't any cracks. Was everything a dream? There was no chaos, no nothing. till I retrieved my phone from the bedroom and checked to see that Jack had called me at 5am. I decided to call him back. He picked up right away.

Jack? I asked, leaning against the kitchen counter. Bear was impatiently waiting for breakfast, but I wanted to get through my call first. My nerves were still a little on the fritz, so I must have sounded panicked. Dad? Jack replied. He sounded groggy, as expected of a hangover this size. How are you doing? I asked, finally giving in to bears pleading eyes for some food.

I reached over for the kibble that was in the cabinet, my hand shaking. I'm good. Are you okay? You're acting kind of weird. I'm fine, I reassured him. It's just a few animals decided to go crazy and miss up the house, I guess. I said, Yeah, that. Jack's voice was cut off. I stared at my phone, confused, even more so when I saw that I had no signal.

Bear started to growl again and wouldn't stop when I petted her or when I put her food down. She was just staring at the glass door. I tried to see what she was looking at and spotted a deer standing right in the middle of the. yard, not moving. It was just staring at us. I couldn't see it that well, but I did realize

in a few seconds that the whites of its eyes were the only things visible. My fear got the best of me. The memories of the previous night came rushing into my head and in an instant I grabbed bear, my wallet, my keys and my phone. We headed to the car. and I just drove. I didn't care. I was driving for my life. I've been on the road for a while, and I'm mostly staying in a hotel

till I learn what to do with the house. I just know that I'm never stepping foot in there again.