CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "There’s Something Moving In The Storm Clouds" Creepypasta

Episode Date: May 26, 2020

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rolling storm cloud not a few miles north of my lot in the woods For the better part of an hour, the buzzed The buzzed heard was all I could hear On the TV and on the radio They're saying this one could be a big one folks Stay indoors and be prepared to run to the cellar If this supercell does indeed produce a funnel cloud We'll keep you updated as more information becomes available

And all at once I could see the black underside of the beast as it moved And then the trees started to list and sway and then the wind rolled up until it blew dust under my hair. I whistled. Come on, Shillow, I said. Inside, boy, let's go. Just as the dog made it inside, it began to rain. Nothing but a drizzle at first, but then a pounding, howling downpour that fell in sheets and torrents. It turned the dirt into mud and then poured from the gutters, and it swept up against the windows like ocean surf. And chillow, never won for thunderstorms if you could help it, lay down on the rug, covered his snout with his paw and began to whine. Hang in there, boy, it'll be over soon. I sat down on the recliner and turned on the TV and pett him absentmindedly with my free hand. Well, do you think it'll produce a twister?

It's hard to say right now, Debbie. The conditions we think are there, especially here near Fairfield and over here in the Manchester area. You can see on the radar, so, that's certainly a cause for concern that we're keeping a close watch on. We're actually getting word now that there is indeed a tornado watch in Fort Hutchins and in Charles County, and of course you can get a more comprehensive list of affected areas in our website and at the bottom of the screen. To anyone in the path of this storm, especially in those areas, it is imperative that you are either prepared to move to a storm shelter on short notice, or find a low place to hide, without windows if at all possible. place mattresses up against any exposed windows if you can and do not attempt to drive away from the

until the watch has expired. I looked out the window. It was hard to see much of anything through the wind and the rain, but it was dark out there for sure. Stay put, Chillo. I'm going to take a quick peek out the door. I cracked it open just a bit and the sound of the storm exploded into the house. I could barely hear the dog bark over the sound of the wind and rain. rain and the collapse of thunder. A spear of lightning shot through the sky. It's a big one, I shouted, might have to rev up that generator in a bit. I eased the door open a bit more and leaned out. Within seconds, I was nearly as soaked as the porch, and then I had to squint and shield my eyes and wipe my hair from my forehead when the rain plastered it there. In the distance through the trees, I could still

see the sunset, but the red, orange and yellow there hit a hard, fast wall of blackened and clouds a few miles off, and that cloud only got darker and more violent the closer to the house it got. The grass in my fields became flattened with wind too, and the trees were heaving sideways and billowing their tops to the windfall as the storm threw its back to their beating. I looked up. The clouds are moving fast above the house. They swirled and bulged as they chase their tails and wisps of them scouted the ground and dipped deep and I felt Shillow brush up against my leg back inside boy I gently nudged him with the heel of my boot things are getting worse out here I shut the door Shillow went back to

his spot on the rug and resumed his whining I knelt down and scratched behind his ear it helped a bit almost over boy storms this bad can't last too long But the storm didn't let up. It carried on through the evening and only strengthened as it did. I kept the TV on as I made a casserole. And luckily the worst of the storm is holding to the northwest of Kensor, which of course is minimizing the damage there. That's right, Deb, but the roads there are just clogged to death and back with people getting out of the storm's way. And that kind of, er...that kind of congestion could prove that,

to be more dangerous if things do indeed to move in that direction. Well, we certainly everyone there gets the safety before that happens. Shiloh had his nose pressed up against the window. He was almost perfectly still. His tail was tucked, his paws were set wide, and he had one of his ears standing on end.

Anything interesting out there, boy? The storm had reached a hurricane level of fury. The rain was flying in sideways now and bursts of lightning illuminated downed the edge of the rest of the rest of the rest of them. It's still on, ain't it? I scratched the back of his head. He continued ignoring me, but when I got up to check on dinner, he barked. Shosh, hey, no need for that, Chillo. Come on now.

He barked again. Shillow. He barked a third and a fourth. Then his ears flattened up again. against his head and he backed up a little from the window and growled under his breath. You see something, boy. He barked again. I went back over to the window, but all I could see in here was darkness and wind. Come on, no more barking inside, boy. So, where's this all coming from, Kevin? It's been churning non-stop for 12 hours now. Emergency crews can't

get out there to do their jobs properly. It's, uh, it's definitely lasting longer than anyone predicted. I'll give you that. It's not unheard of for particularly powerful front collisions to result in longer-lasting super-cell systems like this. We'll just have to see how it plays out. And has the centre of the storm moved at all? Bizarly, it hasn't, Deb, and that's the strangest thing. It's remained relatively stationary outside Kensaw and Bell South, and it's actually, uh, it's actually gaining strength in certain areas too, if you can believe it. And of course, we're now getting some reports of widespread power outages and the riverside area. Here's a video of the 7-11 at the intersection of Turner and Route 40 that was turned into us by an anonymous source.

You can clearly see some severe structural damage to those gas pumps and a lot of debris floating around the parking lot. It's not the best angle, but if you look right here, you can see part of the gas station roof is kind of... kind of hanging off there. You see that? Unfortunately, we have yet to hear of any injuries but there's only so much a lot of the older buildings out there can take. Unfortunately, that's right Deb. A lot of the houses in Riverside and Kennesaw were built decades ago and in some of the lower-end neighbourhoods out there. Um, the architecture is particularly vulnerable to high-speed, prolonged winds like what we're seeing here tonight. Any advice for people

In those areas for the duration? Well, you cover the bases Well, but it's worth repeating Bored up your windows or put up mattresses In case the glass shatters And at all times, have a place to run to If things get particularly bad Make sure it has no windows

Make sure it's low to the ground Bathrooms and basements are good choices to run to in a pinch And, as a last resort Find a ditch or some low ground to lie down in Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to take shelter in a highway over... I nearly fell out of my chair. Shallow yelped and leapt back into his defensive stance by the window. Ears flattened to his head.

Hair up an end. Teeth bared to the gums. He barked again and then growled. Loudest clap of thunder I ever heard. What about you, boy? And scratching behind the ears, but he was focused. on something else. I followed his gaze to the top of the trees, and, just as I did, there was a spectacular flash of red lightning that spilled its glow across the forest. Shillow let out a squill of

confusion. My mouth hung open a bit. The hell? The lightning flashed again, a deep, almost purplish red, thrown out by gigantic spears of electric power that shot to and fro, and there a small gap in the mist I saw nearly to the top of the big storm when it did. It was a colossal a billowing, rolling titan obscured by the darkness of its own underside and lit from within by sparks and snaps of lightning. It must have stretched for miles in every direction and God only knew how high up to the atmosphere it went. I never seen anything like that in my life. I rubbed Shillow's back. Starting to think this isn't any normal storm. old body. Those flashes of red lightning kept up throughout the night, and every once in a while,

they'd be joined by lancing snaps of blue and purple. It was a spectacular and breathtaking display, wondrous and otherworldly to behold, and the single most terrifying experience of my life. And throughout it all, the rain kept falling in sheets, and the wind held it steady, low hurricane speeds for hours on end. The front yard was littered with debris and branches, and hellstones the size of fists. The power flickered in and out too. I had the TV on while Shillow and I watched the storm from the window, and I glanced back from time to time. The picture flickered and static filled up the screen in between the shots of the news desk. Reports of red lightning are confounding over in review where

Deb, Deb, I've ever seen. This is not an ordinary storm. The clouds above. Lumibus. Columino. Hypercell? Is new classification?

Well, it's... Yes. And I... Who? The V turned to static. And then, with an audible snap, the power went out for a final time. And we were left

alone in the dark. I whistled. Just us in here now, I hugged him tight. Glad you're here with me, buddy. It's got to count for something. And we turned back to the window to watch the storm. Shiloh plodded up and started licking my face. I woke up on the living room floor.

Hey, hey, hey there, boy. I scratched behind his ears. Then I looked outside. The storm hadn't even begun to slow down. I steaded it for a while. I can't believe it's lasting this long. It truly was incredible. The rain had abated a bit, I could see.

Not a lot, but a bit. But the wind still howled, and the sky remained nearly pitch-black dark. Not a drop or note of sunlight made it through the clouds, but bursts of lightning lit up the yard. It looked like a som. Trees were leafless and downed.

Branches carpeted the grass, and I could even see split roof shingles lying soaked in puddles at the foot of the yard. Hey boy, I said, I'm going to run outside and see if I can turn on that generator. You stay put, okay? He wagged his tail. But when he saw I was moving for the door, he stood up and barked. I'll be back in a minute, okay? I throw on my coat. Generators just outside. Calm down. He barked again and again, but I just rolled my eyes and stepped outside. As expected, it took less than a second to get completely and utterly soaked in the downpour. I could feel the moisture it soaked it soaked straight into my t-shirt and even my boots

to keep my feet dry but I slogged through the mess and the mud and the debris all the same and slowly advanced up to the generator I threw back the top and clack I turned around

Shillow had thrown himself up against the inside of the window and I descended into madness He was barking and barking and And desperately trying to grab my I'd never seen him in such a fit Then I heard something in the distance That constituted the single loudest

A most bizarre sound I'd ever heard It wasn't thunder It wasn't an explosion It sounded like a ship docking at the harbour A deafening sonic blast That lasted for several seconds And carried hard and steady over the thunder I turned around

I couldn't see much. I I saw enough. There was something a formless mass and still hidden behind the mist. Then I heard the sound again. Boom! And then a flash of red lightning lit up what I could now confirm was a still

clouded over form of something moving there. Something alive that was titanic and otherworldly to a degree I couldn't begin to comprehend. I forgot all about the generator. I forgot all about chillo too. He was still barking himself into a fit inside the house. And for the briefest moments, I even forgot about the storm.

I was simply standing there in unspeakable, existential awe. Not a normal storm indeed. Not by a long shot. I stood and watched the beast. and watched the beast, and, move slowly, and with grace, the storm. Then I heard a low, rumbling thud that may have been a footstep. The ground shook when it hit, and then the giant shadowed the figure faded into the

upper clouds, and the storm resumed as before with a spectacular clap of thunder that shocked me back to reality. I looked at Chillo. He was now looking at me through the glass as if to say, what the hell are we doing here? All right, I nodded. Let's get the hell out of here. The storm was so violent I opened the garage door,

that it looked like we were staring out into a blizzard. All the windward terrain was flying in just about every direction, not just down. And there were rocks of hail and leaves and sometimes whole branches in the mix as well. I climbed in the truck and started it up.

All right, boy, you ready? He didn't whine or bar. or make any sound or movement whatsoever. My thoughts exactly, bud. I eased my foot onto the gas, with the high beams on and the windchial wipers on full blast. The driveway had become covered in debris, so the truck bounced and jostled as we made our way towards the wooded path

that led out onto the main road. God, let the road be clear. I knew the odds were against us, but I just kept moving. five, 15 miles per hour through the surf, the trees, the trees offered some manner

at least, and spectacularly the road was clear enough to drive through none of the felled trunks had barricaded the path forward. I hit the gas harder and we fell into gear and shook and rolled all the way down to the Hill Farm's Boulevard. Can't believe we got this far,

huh boy? Shillow was whimpering in the seat next to me. Hang in there. We'll be out of this mess before you know it. I said the words. But I'm not sure if I believed them. We drove north for hours. Occasionally we'll see a tree in the road or a pile of debris or an abandoned car with this blinkers still flassing through the fog and we've navigate accordingly. But by and large the roads were clear and I wanted to exploit that fact to its end before the whole damn town and all of nature's wrath came on top of once. I tried the radio and multiple occasions too, but there was nothing to be heard there but static.

I gave up after the third attempt. A burst of red lightning streaked across the whole sky at once. Shillow didn't respond, but when the thunder clap hit, he jumped almost entirely off the seat. Caboom! Things seemed to be getting worse. So intense was the downpour, that I was getting dripped on, despite having the car sealed up tight. To boot, there was the almost complete lack of visibility. I could see maybe 50 yards ahead when the rain broke up, but not an inch more. And it's worse, I could see nothing but mist and cloud. I'd reduced my cruising speed to 10 miles per hour to accommodate this. The gas tank sat at the halfway mark.

It carried on this way for over an hour before Shillow and started whimpering and pouring at the window I looked out the glass of my side We were downtown I saw It's a small isolated place So downtown is about three intersections wide In any direction

But in the shroud of fog and rain It looked expansive and mysterious Light poles Sands of Light of course Loomed out of the clouds and hung gloomily over the road. I could see storefronts too. Windows and doors were boarded up on most, but in a few, Carl's pharmacy and the subway among them, the doors were thrown in and the interiors gutted. Debris and rubble littered the sidewalk in the street, and as had been the case in my yard,

the road became rough and uneven as a result. Looks like hell out here, doesn't it, boy? Shillow kept pouring but then he stopped and he poked up his ear. I listened to What the hell? For the first time in 26 and a half hours we began to hear silence the rain fell from a downpour

to a steady rhythm then to a drizzle then to a pitter-patter and then to nothing at all the wind died out too even the clouds began to part and spread and dissipate. and, before long,

the road ahead became clear enough to see without straining and guesswork. I laughed aloud and aggressively rubbed to the back of Shillow's head between the ears. Damn, boy, we made it. Save a lot... Boom!

I almost drove us off the road. That hornblast sound had exploded through the fog and vibrated the windows and made my eardrum sting. It was orders of magnitude louder than it was when I'd first heard it. I slammed on the brakes and covered my ears with both hands. Shillow went mad.

Come on, calm down, boy. I could hardly hear my own voice. You in helping anything by... Boom! I felt that more than I heard it, and I heard it just fine. I looked over to the left. Boom! The whole car shook and rattled and trawere it.

and all the rocks outside, of the impact. And there it was, a leg, that more closely resembled a California redwood in complexion and size, although it dwarfed even that. Boom!

The beast was walking across the road and making a spectacle of it. I could only see the mammoth lower half of its legs as it moved. The rest was still shrouded by mist and fog and cloud, cloud, but even that was an awesome and terrible sight to behold. It took a full minute for the Titan to cross the road and carry on its way to the east. I eased my foot off the break and we began to roll forward again. My heart pounded the entire time.

Boom! The horn blast sound drifted away on the wind, and soon the center of town was behind us and fading deep. away into the mist in the rearview mirror. The road remained rough for another mile or so, but the storm continued to clear up and visibility improved at a steady rate until the fog had cleared. Hang in there, Shillow. The poor dog was so exhausted, he almost lacked the energy to care. We're almost out of here, boy. We're almost free. But then, the last of the clouds parted ways. And we saw it. A scene of the of awesome and spectacular devastation. The whole of Foston County had nearly ceased to exist.

In its place now sat a desolate, grey pit of impossible scope, miles across miles deep, stretching down into the earth like an excavation site or an industrial mine dug up to unearth something of utterly mammoth size. There were no living trees or grass or running water or any signs of wildlife here, just endless, spiraling down, and then, and then, and then, back up, stretching off into the distance, until it ran up against another wall of fog and cloud storms ten or twelve miles down. God Almighty, I said, and lean down to view the scene from the side of the glass as we rolled by.

Doing so brought the sky into view. Will you look at that? Above the pit, It, The swirling, The storm The relative calmness It hinted

Its purpose was not particularly Unlike a hurricane's eye And yet, it was so thoroughly covered up with clouds, it blotted out the sky entirely. Red lightning cracked and snapped All around it, and, at the center sat a swirling

Blood-red vortex from which everything appeared to emanate and spread. beneath it and from it were multitudes flying up, and into that vortex and vanishing forever. Shillow whimpered and whined. I don't know, boy. Maybe they've been down there all along.

Maybe that thing there's their way back home. The scene was finally obscured again by wisps of light fog, and before we knew it, we were back again in the thick of the storm the portals' our atmosphere's white-blood-reacting in its midst. We drove through wind and hail and sheets of rain

and past other titans moving home. Boom! But we made it through in good order. The storm finally stopped somewhere north of Torney River and the town there of the same name, where we had filled up our tank and got a room for the storm raged, non-stop and at full fury.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it was over. Clear skies and ruined earth. Maintenance and emergency crews finally swept in and did what they could to assist survivors, and, after a few weeks, Shiloh and I returned home to rebuild. Oddly enough,

I never did hear a thing about those titans. Odd, I believe Shilu and I the only ones left they emerged. I'm sure others heard them, but we may well have been the only ones to actually see them.

And that leaves us burdened with a terrible and wonderful truth that even on this planet we are far from alone.