CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "There's a place where the lines between worlds get blurred. You'd do best to avoid it" Creepypasta

Episode Date: June 3, 2021

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It is a place rarely seen under the light of day. Even with the sun overhead, the world seems to stretch beyond its normal limits, as if nothing were close, as if all momentum's to mankind were distant. Even that gas station you passed a few miles back becomes distant. It is a place where the night sky seems to vibrate around you, and where the air is preternaturally cool and dry, and there is a perpetual hum in the air, barely present but undeniable. If you try to record it, your recording will come back corrupted.

Only the unaided ear can hear it, and even then, only by ignoring it. The moment you focus your hearing, it'll scarper off into nothing. The locals dare not visit. They know enough. There are those who take stock of missing persons report. They know not to put themselves in harm's way. Leave well enough alone is their motto. And they live longer for it.

It's only the out-of-towners who seem to get into any trouble. And as a result, you're unlikely to find the place by word of mouth alone. No one around these parts likes to talk much about that place. Ask around, and the only thing you're liable to hear is... Stay away. Of course, not everyone heeds the words of locals. I've seen far too many wander off into the wilderness in search of that faithful place. I've seen many of them come back too.

Some burnt and sleep deprived and badly in need of a shower. Nothing out there but dirt, shrubs and more dirt, they say, and shake the dusty heads. There's always a faint disappointment in their faces. They'd hoped to have something confirmed, some belief in the paranormal corroborated by the sky itself. Finding nothing, they lose a little hope in the world. To them, life has gotten a little less strange. a little more stable, conforming more to the world their pastors and parents first mapped out.

They lose faith in the weird, the strange, the ability for life to surprise them still. These are the lucky ones. For what they lose in imagination, they gain in good, solid years left upon the earth. The others? Well now, I suppose no one really knows what happens to the others. They wander out just as far as their tired legs can take them, beneath the blazing sun, the quiet moon, into the distance, further and further and further. And then, thinking about it brings back the old hurts. I've lost too much not to hate that place.

Once I watched an entire team of young people drive their van out in hopes of finding the boundary. I happened to be sitting on my porch as they went, enjoying a smoke. My house is fairly isolated, but it's along the way, and I'm friendlier than most locals. It's not uncommon for visitors to stop and ask a few questions before heading back out. These travellers in particular didn't quite know how to tell me at first just where it is they were headed. But I knew already. I always know. A young gang of adventures like them.

Well, I've seen their tight past through a fair few times. times. Two young guys and three girls. Couldn't have been much more than 20 years old, any of them. Finally, it came out that they were hunting the boundary, the place beyond the hills. Only, they might have had some misguided thoughts about what they'd find when they got there. I hear it's a UFO hotspot, one of the young ladies said, crossing her tattooed arms. She looked to be their de facto leader. The others nodded vigorously in agreement. We're going to camp out all week, see what we can see. More if we have to, one of the others jumped in.

We're not leaving until we get that footage. We've got supplies for a week, the first woman explained. She ran her hand through a close cropped hair. It was dyed bright red, the sort of thing I might have done once if I'd grown up in this day and age. She flicked loose sweat of her fingertips. We're hoping we won't have to wait that long, though. You might not have to wait long at all, I thought. But all I said was,

lots of young people like you have gone missing out there. That wouldn't be enough to deter them, it seemed. I should have known better. It never works. I took a long, hard look at their van. It seemed sturdy, and he was running well enough for a vehicle out this far. If it was as stocked as they said, I had no doubt they'd manage a week in the desert heat.

But even the best vehicle on the world, world won't help out in the kind of situation these poor fools were getting themselves into. Yeah, well, we're hoping to find out exactly why so many people have gone missing. Someone's got to document it, right? I hear there's a mothership out there, one of the young guys called out, hiding in plain sight. I shook my head. If I didn't try one more time to stop them, and something happened, I'd have that on my conscience. This was way back, before I stopped trying to turn people to.

away. Back when I thought I could still make a difference. I don't know about UFOs on mother ships, I explained, but about ten miles down that way, there's a gas station. sells hot dogs, charcoal, lighter fluid, beer too. Don't have much of a selection,

but they keep it cold, which is what you'll want. Ice is in the freezer too, if you've got a cooler to carry it. Nothing like a dog and some ice-cold beers. Yeah, yeah, we've already got food, drinks too. Either they weren't listening, or I wasn't trying hard enough.

But I wasn't finished. About five miles past the gas station, there's a stand of cactus. Big old things, can't miss them. Hang a ride and drive till you reach the drierroyo. No need to worry about flash floods. We haven't had a drop of rain in months. Here's a great spot to camp, undisturbed, quiet. Pretiest few of the stars you'll ever see.

And, far as I know, not a single soul's gone missing who's pitched out there. It was the truth. I've camped out there myself. It's a touch too close to the boundary for my comfort, but I already lived too close to that place to rest totally easy. Listen, the woman said, we just want to make sure we're headed the right direction. Can you tell us if this is the road we want?

Nothing I could say would convince them. I'd seen it all before. Oh, it's the right road all right. Not paved all the way to the spot you're looking for, though. This old beast can handle it, she said, slapping the side of the van. She flashed a wink and hopped back in along with her friends. See you on the way back? To her credit, I did see her on the way back.

Only her. She drove like a madman, sent plumes of dust, curling skyward behind her as she weaved off and on the main road. I'd been sitting out front that night, as is my want, enjoying another smoke. when I saw her, small on the horizon at first, but ever larger as she sped down the road. I watched that van come spinning towards me at an inadvisable speed before bouncing in a shallow ditch and coming to an abrupt stop. Good thing, too, another few feet and I'd have lost my mailbox,

or perhaps the porch altogether. The band door flew open and she stumbled out, openly weeping before crumpling into my arms. A few minutes later, I had it cleaned up on my couch, a warm blanket drawn about her shoulders and a hot mug of coffee in her hands. Take it from me, a blanket and some hot coffee can work miracles. She still shivered and sniffled, but physically she was all right. It was in her mind that she was all shook up, in a soul.

I gave her space to decompress. Sometimes people just need to be near someone, especially after they've suffered a shock. In time, she'd open up, or not. That was really up to her. My job was to make her comfortable and help her get the van started back up when she decided it was time to go.

She sat there uncomfortably, not touching a mug, staring at nothing. A minute or two passed, the stars through the window whirling slowly. You were right. she finally said. Of course I was right, I thought.

Only, she didn't need to hear that right now. I arched an eyebrow at her and took a sip of my coffee. As if I'd broken a spell, that seemed to give her permission to drink her own. She took a long pull before continuing. We never should have gone out there, she admitted. People don't need much encouragement to share what's on their mind. sometimes it's better to say less. This time, I just said,

Oh? Sure enough, that did the trick. It all came spilling out, maybe too fast. I couldn't slow it down after that. They just disappeared. All of them. I don't have a clue what happened. We didn't see any UFOs or anything either.

That was all BS, I guess. Just one second they were there, and the next, gone. There was a flash of light, but... What happened? It can't be possible, can it? I mean, people don't just vanish. They can't just vanish.

Oh, God, oh God, oh, what have I gotten myself into? They have to be somewhere, don't they? I thought hard before I answered that one. Hard enough that I had time to shake a free smoke, light it, an awful one to a two. She shook ahead. I don't smoke. Fair enough, I countered. then took a deep drag while I considered how best to answer.

Having this conversation would require a fair amount of delicacy on my part. Best to get to know her first. Hell, is there any place else to start? What's your name? I asked. Ember. Well, it's actually Emily. She met my eyes once, then looked away. But my friends call me Amber.

You can too. Ember, huh? It's an inside joke, she spoke very quietly. I can only imagine. Thinking about her friends and the group dynamic at a time like this would have to be very difficult. Then she looked up and said, What's yours? I considered that a moment too. It's not too often people ask my name anymore, and even less often I give it out. Call me Ursa, I said. "'Ah sir, is that your real name?' "'I ignored that.

"'It's nice to meet you, too, Ember.' "'Fair enough.' "'Emba echoed my earlier sentiment, then hesitated. "'I changed my mind about the cigarette. "'A few months later, she was taking a deep drawer of her own, "'leaning back in the chair. "'Immedially, she seemed more at ease than before. "'But I could tell that was just posturing.

Behind her eyes, her mind was working a mile a minute, and I could guess her heart was just about there too. In the calm light of my home, we looked an odd pair of pals, I far older than she, and tall and wide, and she was a slip of a young woman, short and willowed thin. We were bound by a shared knowledge of the deep, distant place beyond the hills, our first-hand experience of its weird terror, and by the smouldering glow of our smokes. shared her further communion. Please, Emma said finally.

Tell me that I'm... I'm going crazy or something. They can't just be gone. You must know something that can help. Amber, I'm going to level with you. Your friends are gone. It's tough, but you'd be wise to accept it and to move on. I took a drag of my cigarette and watched her.

Her expression was downcast, for she already knew it was true. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks, and she choked a sob. I pitted her. She was a stupid girl to have gone out there in the first place, but then I'd been stupid once too. I sighed and bent to take the mug from her hands. She was shaking now, and I'd rather not lose that mug.

Someone close gave it to me long ago. There has to be something we can do. do. Please, you have to help me. I pressed on. There was only one thing for her to do, and I wasn't going to pretend otherwise, no matter how much I had to play the villain. I was firm and stuck to what I'd said. Maybe think of a story to cover your ass while you're at it, I continued. Folks around here won't ask too many questions, but if you get back home with four of your friends missing, she broke down completely, sobbing helplessly into her hands. The cigarette between her fingers was burning unnoticed

And I took it from her Set it down in the ashtray Nothing you can do when someone's like that But wait Let him cry it out And that's exactly what I did I knelt beside her and laid a hand on her knee While she cried

When at last she composed herself We had some more coffee and shared another smoke Then she said to asking her new questions I should have known She wasn't going to take the easy way out of this. Not everyone's smart enough to take advice, even if it'll save their life. She pressed on with her inquiry. You warned us, she said. Simple enough statement. Not a question either, but I knew it

was leading into one. You knew something would happen. You must have some clue what goes on out there. I might, I exceeded at last. This one wasn't going to rest. until she had a few answers. And anyway, I thought answers might be the best way to convince her to stay away, not to go back. Frankly, she was dumbly lucky to have made it back the first time. Tell me, I need to know, tell me. Tell you what?

What happened? What is that place? That place? I didn't know how best to phrase it. I had a story of my own. and though I avoided telling it to others, it might be the only way I could save her. If only, I hadn't seen so much of myself in her, I could have avoided getting attached, would have made what happened next hurtless.

Well, no one really knows what that place is. Some say it is UFOs. Say that the aliens swoop in and take people away. Of course, I don't go in for that E.T. nonsense. Other people say it's a vanishing point. The end of the earth. too many steps in the wrong direction and... But you don't think that's true either?

I shook my head. Then... What is it? It's a gateway, I replied and looked away. And you don't want to go through it. Believe me. I remembered it all too well. More than I wanted to let on.

But I didn't hold back. Not this time. Not if I could stop her. I told her how I had gone. through once with a friend. Natalie was her name. She had been more than a friend, I suppose, but it didn't do any good to dwell on that.

I'd learned to live with my loss years ago, and those wounds still hurt. We were both too young and too stupid to consider the consequences of meddling with things we didn't understand, or to consider that any of it might be real. But when we got out there that night, we realized there could be truth to the rumors

of odd or playlists. in the world. We could both hear that faint humming, abysistent buzz in our ears, and the cold plucking sensation on our skin. The air around us might have been alive, and the stars overhead might have been watching. We had a million chances to turn back, but we followed that cold air, that low whine, until the sensations grew stronger and stronger, and we knew this was the place. And then... We stepped through it. The shift was instantaneous, a flash of light.

It didn't even have time to blink. It was a dark place with a floor of stone visible only by a lowered green glow that had no source. Shadows loomed and flickered like beasts. Overhead, the roof had crumbled away, and through the open ceiling I saw unrecognizable constellations. A huge moon terribly close and a slew of smaller moons in the distance. I knew that we had made a terrible mistake, but only I was able to react quickly enough. I turned and saw a shimmering light

and knew without knowing that it must have been the gate through which we'd stepped. I did not hesitate. I did not grab Natalie's hand and pull her through with me. I acted only to save myself, which I've since come to regret. Although I do not know if I could have saved her, I know how hard it is to live with myself for never trying.

I tumbled back into the desert in the place beyond the hills. The humming had gone. The air was still. The stars overhead had lost that alien luster. Before I could climb to my feet, I heard a terrible scream ring across the landscape. It bounced through the hills and echoed against the sky. And etched itself into my heart. Forever.

When I'd finished my story, I saw that it had the opposite effect on her. Ember's eyes were twinkling, and a jaw was set, resolute. So, you're saying, it's possible to come back. This was not at all what I'd intended. I'm saying they're already gone, Ember. They're gone. Don't play games with this. It wasn't going to be enough to stop her.

I should have known. I hadn't been able to stop her from going once and I wouldn't be able to stop her from going back what she said next caught me by surprise though Come with me she said help me through we can bring them back together I'm sorry Amber but that's never going to happen we can find Natalie too

she's still in there we can save her sir I close my eyes saying Natalie's name had been difficult enough but hearing someone else use that sacred word it was too much that scream was still ringing in my ears all these years later I'll tell you one more time

you'd do best to forget any of this ever happened with luck you might go on to live a good life it won't be the same never can not after seeing your friends vanish through that gate but you can go back to something resembling normal and the only way that'll ever happen is if you turn around now and drive back. Don't ever come back. She didn't answer that, but she did ask for some help getting the van back on the road and started up again. I was able to do that much for her,

before putting her in the driver's seat and sending her off. Then I tried again. I had to. You remember what I said? Turn around, drive away and don't come back. She just shook my hand through the window, said, Thanks for the hospitality, Ursa. And she drove off. I was feeling damn sorry for her that night. Worse, I was feeling damn sorry for myself. I talked to Natalie for a long time under the stars.

Maybe Amber was right. Maybe she was still out there somewhere. But I couldn't shake that screaming in my ears. In the morning, I took my own. car down the road, past the gas station, past the stand of cactus, and off, further, to a distant place past Pacio de Lucas and Faraday's crossing, to a place beyond the hills, where the air was alive and the sky seemed to shimmer, even under the hot, hot sun. There was a van parked, alone, baking in the heat. I walked up to it, but already feared the worst. Sure enough,

It was empty. Since then, I tried to avoid talking to strangers altogether. They don't know what they're getting into, but the kind word of a local is never enough to stop them, no matter how much first our knowledge is shared. I've seen plenty come and go, and most often they do come back, disappointed, as I said,

but never knowing just how close they came to losing everything. There are places in the world. that are gateways. I don't know where they lead, but it isn't any place fit for humanity. One such place is in the desert, not too terribly far away from yourself. And if you go hunting, out there beneath the open sky, you might just find where reality begins to open. That opening, it's mighty thin. Even those looking for it rarely get there. But you do best to stay. But you do best to steer clear and hope that this reality holds you tight. We live a slippery existence, and other realms in Tyre will swallow you whole without a second thought.

Take it from me. I've seen it and lived to tell the tale. But you might not get so lucky.